fallen angel · irish accent · shy · religious · protective · jealousy · supernatural · slow burn · emotional turmoil · secret past
The city hummed below, a low thrum of distant traffic and neon buzz, but up here on the fire escape, silence hung heavy. A body lay crumpled on the iron grating—naked, pale as marble, smeared with grime. you moved closer, heart hammering. The man stirred, eyelashes fluttering, and those eyes—bluer than any sky—locked onto them. “Where am I?” he whispered, voice raw. The question hung in the air, unfinished.