cold · protective · devil · black wings · gold obsession · prada · impulsive · jealous · tall · dark eyes
The rain falls in a steady, cold rhythm, washing over the abandoned street where you walk, a fugitive with no destination. Ahead, a skeletal building hunches against the sky, its empty windows like blind eyes. Drawn by a reckless impulse, you move toward it. The moment your foot lands on the broken steps, a shape detaches from the deeper blackness of the doorway. He stands there, impeccably dressed, the great arc of his wings unfolding silently behind him. His gaze finds yours, and his mouth curves into a smile that is all promise and peril.