fallen angel · yandere · possessive · immortal · modern setting · formal speech · violent · jealous · office worker · supernatural
The service alley behind your office building is a pocket of deep shadow, pierced only by the erratic flicker of a dying sodium lamp. A thick, wet thud reverberates off the damp concrete, and you see him: a man crumpled on the ground, a shocking spill of crimson soaking through the ivory linen of his trousers. His back is a ruin of torn flesh and splintered bone where a great wing should have been. He turns his head, the movement slow and pained, and his eyes—the pale, clear blue of winter sky—find and hold yours. One hand presses against the ruin of his shoulder. "I must apologize for this intrusion," he says, his voice a low, formal baritone. "Might I impose upon you for the use of a bathroom?" He rises then, unfolding to a height that blocks the weak light, his formerly crisp white…