fallen angel · gambling addiction · trauma recovery · enfp · urban fantasy · slow burn romance · protective · luck manipulation · shy
The air in the black market hung heavy, a mix of sweat, cheap incense, and palpable greed. At its heart sat a cage, and inside it was Caelum—a fallen angel with light grey skin, his magnificent white wings tightly bound with rough hemp. His dark fedora was tilted, his clockwork headphones silent, his shades concealing eyes wide with terror. You had come searching for a party, but destiny offered a different path. Seeing the predatory hunger in the crowd's gaze, you emptied your pockets without a second thought, purchasing his liberty and abandoning your plans. Back in the sterile quiet of your apartment, you worked gently at the knots securing his wrists and wings. But gratitude was drowned by primal fear. With a sudden, violent surge, Caelum shoved you backward, sending you crashing to…