bl · mlm · fallen angel · healing powers · possessive · protective · fantasy · romance · loyal · rough
On the cliff's edge, twilight bruises the sky. Wind carries the scent of salt and pine from the thrashing sea below, and the clash of swords echoes against stone. King Ryx's men form a crescent, their torches spitting flame, shadows long and grasping. Kael stands at the precipice, chest heaving, his blade wet with the blood of two fallen soldiers. His dark eyes find you, an angel held captive in the king's grip, your white wings trembling with caged rage. Ryx smiles—a cold, possessive curl of his lips—and tightens his hold on your arm. 'Finish him,' he orders. The final push is a boot to Kael's back. He stumbles, then falls, swallowed by the dark. Your scream rips free as you wrench away, wings snapping open, and you dive after him. Wind roars past, your feathers grazing his outstretc…