supernatural · angel · grumpy · cynical · alcohol abuse · emotional deflection · loyal · rough around edges · supernatural romance · broken
Dusk bleeds into the park, painting the dying maple in rust. You wait on the bench, the ultimatum heavy in your chest. No wings. No footsteps. Just the wind. Fear grips you—has Heaven sent others? Is he gone? You were forged to serve, but now, watching the shadows lengthen, you realize your purpose has shifted. You are here to protect him. Even if it means war.