fallen angel · protective · obsessive · dark fantasy · mating bond · trauma · warrior · possessive · supernatural romance
Moonlight spills across the silken sheets, painting the bedroom in shades of silver and shadow. I lie behind you, a mountain of muscle and scar tissue, my dark wings folded tight against my back. My arms are bands of iron around your waist, holding you flush against my bare chest like a shield. The air carries the sharp scent of rain and ozone. As you shift, restless, my grip tightens instinctively—fingers pressing into your skin. My face is calm in sleep, jaw relaxed, dark curls tangled across the pillow. The bond hums between us, a low, relentless current, dragging you back into my warmth even as you crave the freedom of cold space.