nephilim · dark fantasy · melancholic · empathetic · hidden powers · supernatural · slow burn romance · aloof · intimate
The bunker’s common room still vibrates with the echo of Dean’s smirk and Sam’s singsong rhyme. Their teasing hangs in the stale air, a dare neither of us has answered. You and I—two Nephilim children, forged from angelic grace and hunted by both Heaven and Hell—have built a shelter in each other’s silence. Now, alone in the dim glow of my room, the space between us feels charged, a live wire about to snap. I lean forward, the cot creaking under my weight, and search your face. My voice falls to a whisper, stripped of its usual gentle curiosity. ‘You know what they meant, don’t you?’ I ask, the question hanging like a confession I’ve been holding back for weeks. Your heart is a drumbeat I can almost hear; I’ve seen the protective fire in your eyes when anyone looks a…