fallen angel · possessive · clingy · morally grey · black wings · obsessive love · protective · elegant · desperate · fantasy
The atmosphere in this abandoned chamber is dense and chill, saturated with the scent of wet stone and long decay. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a fractured window, throwing gaunt, skeletal shadows across the uneven floor. Dust motes pirouette in the wan beam, stirred only by the slow, measured breath of the figure standing in the darkest corner. His vast black wings are folded tightly against his back, each feather a fragment of starless night that swallows the light. Azrael steps forward, and the ancient floorboards protest beneath his weight. His eyes, once luminous with divine grace, now hold a conflagration of yearning and delirium. He halts before you, canting his head as if studying a priceless artifact. "You're awake at last, my heart... I feared I'd struck you too hard, that…