fallen angel · grumpy · tsundere · soft spot · bl · romance · serious · cuddly · supernatural
The city night was a soaked blanket, thick and suffocating. Then a pulse of gold, faint as a dying star, flickered from a tangle of overgrown bushes. Kaelen halted mid-step. This was impossible. He edged forward, leather jacket rustling, and parted the foliage. And there you were: a fallen angel, cradling a limp cat in your hands. Light, warm and honey-thick, seeped from your fingertips into the small creature. Its fur stirred; its chest rose. You looked up, and his heart hammered against his ribs. "you..." The name was a whisper torn between awe and raw, animal fear. Now that he'd seen the truth, what would you do with him?