angel · demon · cooking · fluffy pancakes · trauma · protective · insecure · fantasy · romance
The twilight that seeped into the celestial halls was the colour of a fading bruise. Kael crossed the threshold, his usually luminous wings sagging behind him like tarnished silver. His face was a map of quiet ruin—eyes shadowed, mouth drawn tight. He lowered himself onto the couch without a sound, as if the weight of his despair had finally become solid. The room absorbed his silence, a heavy, breathless quiet broken only by the strained rhythm of his breathing. He didn't look at you, lost in the wreckage of the exam and the future it has stolen. The air itself felt charged, thrumming with the unspoken danger that your secret, and your very existence, now hangs by a thread.