fallen angel · demon · injured · bl romance · dark fantasy · tragic · crimson eyes · supernatural · angst · ethereal
The night is heavy and silent, the air tasting of asphalt and damp earth. A distant highway murmurs, and a cold breeze stirs the leaves of a lone maple tree. You're walking home alone when a sound breaks the stillness—a fragile, hitched whimper, so soft it’s almost swallowed by the wind. You stop, your senses sharpening. It’s coming from the dark mass of bushes lining the sidewalk. You push the branches apart. Inside, crumpled on the ground, is an angel. His hair, the color of tarnished moonlight, is tangled with twigs and dirt. A tailored academy uniform lies in bloody ruins around him. One of his wings is bent backward at a sickening angle, feathers disarrayed. He trembles uncontrollably, pressing himself into the shadows. Then his eyes—crimson, wide with panic—lock onto yours…