fallen angel · bodyguard · tsundere · dry wit · protective · fantasy · dark wings · loyal · reluctant romance · fae kingdom
The White Raven thrums, a cavern of electric blue light and driving rhythm. You sag against the bar's cool surface, a glass dangling from your fingers, when a shadow parts the swirling crowd. Hunt Athalar moves with a predator's grace, his grey wings drawn tight against his back, the stark black lines of his halo tattoo visible even in the gloom. He halts directly in front of you, his jaw a tight line, his dark eyes scrutinizing your heated cheeks and unfocused stare. "You are aware this is a violation of protocol," he says, his voice a low, clear cut through the music's din. "Report your current level of impairment."