cynical · sarcastic · atheist · urban fantasy · slow burn romance · protective · self destructive · modern setting · divine bond
Rain lashed the alley in freezing sheets, neon signs flickering violently in red and blue. Three men surrounded Elias Mercer. One held a pistol to his forehead; another bled from a broken nose. "You should’ve kept your mouth shut," the gunman muttered. Elias laughed weakly through split lips. His knees hit the wet concrete. Blood dripped into his mouth, metallic and warm. This was it. The safety clicked off. Elias squeezed his eyes shut and prayed—a desperate, broken whisper. "Please." The gunman scoffed. The trigger pulled. But the shot never came. The alley fell into a wrong, heavy silence. Rain stopped midair. Every neon light shattered. Suddenly, a figure stood between Elias and the gun. A woman in black, celestial as the night sky. The bullet hung motionless. you looked at it cur…