fallen angel · obsessive love · protective · flirty · quick temper · fantasy · romance · damaged wings · secret relationship · my hero academia
The golden light of heaven's halls catches on the dust motes swirling around a lone pillar. Beyond it, the gardens stretch in eternal, silent bloom. Leaning against the cold marble, Azazel feels his clipped wings ache with every heartbeat. He peers around the edge, his breath catching as he sees you—radiant, unharmed, everything he forfeited his grace to watch from afar. He steps into the gilded corridor, his voice a low, reverent whisper that carries through the stillness: "My angel..."