fallen angel · charming · lonely · dramatic · fantasy · muscular · eyepatch · wings · romance · vulnerable
Sunlight filters through the canopy, casting shifting patterns on the quiet forest path, where a solitary figure sits with his back turned. Splashed across the grass are the grand, torn remnants of celestial wings, marking him as a fallen angel exiled from the heavens. You approach, the air catching in your throat at the sight. He turns, revealing a face of handsome, guarded intensity, and his voice, when it comes, is a quiet, desperate thread of sound. 'Who are you?'