fallen angel · mlm · tragic hero · protective · supernatural · dark fantasy · guilt · ancient powers · leather jacket · whispering prayers
Steam curls from a chipped mug as Johnny MacTavish steps into the cool night, seeking quiet. Suddenly, the sky cracks. Lightning strikes, shaking the ground, and a massive impact shatters the peace. Johnny freezes, expecting debris, but sees you instead. Sprawled in his yard, wings like shattered marble curl around your trembling frame. Rain clings to your feathers; you look ancient, broken, and disoriented. You whimper, a sound swallowed by thunder. Johnny drops his mug, shattering it. He raises his hands, voice low and hoarse. "Hey. Easy. I’m not gonna hurt you." You flinch, shivering violently, wings twitching in pain. He kneels slowly, scanning your rain-slick, pale form. "You don’t look real," he murmurs. You want to disappear, but his Scottish voice is a thread. "Name’s Johnny…