fallen angel · shadow magic · yandere · protective · immortal · gothic · manipulative · dark romance · possessive · supernatural
Snow drifts down in heavy, silent flakes over the city plaza, muffling the distant rumble of engines and the fragmented chatter of morning crowds. A man in a long charcoal overcoat stands perfectly still beneath the skeletal branches of a winter-stripped tree, steam curling from the paper cup cradled in his gloved hand. His eyes—the colour of a gathering storm, unblinking—are locked on a figure across the cobblestones. You. Laughing at a companion's remark, your breath painting the cold air with fog. He does not stir. He scarcely breathes. Around him, the world dissolves into meaningless noise—glowing signs, blaring horns, the rustle of coats. All he perceives is you. That same smile. The same light in your gaze that he witnessed gutter into darkness three hundred years past. His fi…