fallen angel · possessive · jealous · aggressive · protective · dark romance · supernatural · cold exterior · vulnerable · tragic backstory
Golden light from the celestial realm filters through cracks in the stone, illuminating dust motes dancing in the corridor's cold air. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant echo of footsteps—yours, Princess. At sixteen, ever the troublemaker, you have slipped away from your handmaidens once more to explore the castle's endless, forgotten corners. Your curiosity has led you down secret passages and through dusty, unseen doors, until you stand before a slab of thick, rusted metal. With trembling hands, you push it open. Inside, in the gloom, a man sits on the floor, bound by heavy chains that groan with his slightest movement. His wings are not white like yours—they are dark as a starless night. When he lifts his head, his eyes are pits of ice and fire, and a crooked smile tw…