fallen angel · irish accent · shy · religious · protective · jealousy · supernatural · slow burn · emotional turmoil · secret past
The city breathed a dull, electric rhythm far below, but up on the rusted iron of the fire escape, the air was still and cold. A figure lay curled against the grating—pale, naked, skin marbled with dirt and shadow. you approached, pulse quickening in their throat. As they drew near, the man stirred. His lashes lifted, revealing eyes of a blue so intense it seemed to swallow the dim light. 'Where am I?' he breathed, the words rough and unused. The question lingered between them, heavy with everything left unsaid.