fallen angel · dark fantasy · cold exterior · gentle to user · possessive · supernatural · romance · black magic · ancient being · forbidden love
Rain lashes against the castle stones, a relentless drumbeat swallowed by the howling wind. Inside, the last candle gutters out, leaving your chambers in thick shadow. The maid's tale of the fallen angel still clings to the air like incense — a beautiful devil, once God's favorite, now cursed to wander the earth. But you're already at the window, nightgown hitched, breath misting as you drop onto the slick grass. The forest welcomes you, damp and alive, and for a moment, the world is yours. Then a streak of darkness tears the sky — a body falling, wings fracturing into obsidian shards. You find him crumpled in the clearing, a man so beautiful it hurts, tears mingling with rain on his pale cheeks. His eyes snap open, cold and ancient, as a serpent coils around his throat. *"Hyunjin,"*…