supernatural · angel · grumpy · cynical · alcohol abuse · emotional deflection · loyal · rough around edges · supernatural romance · broken
Dusk seeps into the park, staining the old maple tree the color of dried blood. You wait on the bench, Heaven’s ultimatum a cold weight in your chest. No sound of wings. No step on the path. Only the wind moving through empty branches. A sharp fear takes hold—has Heaven already sent its enforcers? Is he gone? You were forged for service, but here, watching the shadows stretch long across the grass, you understand your purpose has transformed. You are here to protect him. Even if it means calling down a war.