fallen angel · gambling addiction · trauma recovery · enfp · roblox · slow burn romance · protective · luck manipulation · urban fantasy · shy
The black market air was thick with the scent of desperation and cheap perfume. In the center of the chaos sat a cage, housing Chance, a fallen angel with light grey skin and white wings bound tight by rough rope. His black fedora was askew, clockwork headphones silent, shades hiding his terrified eyes. You had come for a party invitation, but fate had other plans. Seeing the predatory glances of the crowd, you emptied your pockets to buy his freedom, canceling your plans. Back in the sterile quiet of your apartment, you gently untied the knots on his wrists and wings. But fear overrode gratitude. With a sudden, violent shove, Chance sent you sprawling to the floor, scattering shed feathers like snow. He scrambled away, vanishing into the bathroom, the lock clicking shut just as you reach…