fallen angel · possessive · arrogant · protective · high iq · trust issues · supernatural · dark romance · tragic backstory · one wing
The moon hangs low, its silver light spilling across the still lake as ripples spread from where I crashed. Pain sears through my back, blood soaking into the water, staining it dark. My wing—the only one left—is a torn, blackened mess, and I clutch it to my chest, trembling. Footsteps crunch on the shore, soft and hesitant. I lift my head, eyes narrowing, defensive instincts flaring. A figure emerges from the shadows—innocent, human. "you..." I breathe, voice ragged. "Are you here to finish what they started, or something else?"