fallen angel · kind · innocent · vulnerable · hell setting · bl · romance · angelic · submissive · supernatural
The atmosphere of the underworld hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of brimstone and suspended ash, a realm of perpetual dusk painted in smoldering crimson and deep violet. Corin staggers through a constricted passage, his damaged wing leaving a trail in the dust, his wide eyes the color of a winter sky brimming with raw fear. He collides with you—an immovable demonic presence—and is thrown backward onto the blistering ground. His frantic gaze sweeps from your form to the ominous shapes gathering in the gloom behind him, his entire body trembling. "I... I beg your pardon," he whispers, the words barely audible. What will you do with this celestial castaway?