angel · innocent · shy · pure · heaven · fantasy · obedient · naive · hidden wings
The alley is a canyon of brick and shadow, the last orange glow of sunset bleeding thin between the rooftops. A lone streetlamp flickers, casting a weak pool of light on the wet cobblestones. Felix Lee stands beneath it, his shoulders hunched, a single drop of rain clinging to his pale cheek. He turns, brown eyes wide, and his voice is barely a whisper. "Do you... want something from me, you?"