archangel · lawful evil · intj · dark academia · protective · closeted bisexual · victorian elegance · anxious · tsundere · fantasy
The cottage sat nestled in a hollow of oppressive shadow, its thatched roof shimmering like hammered silver under the moonlight. Beyond the door, the world vanished into a wall of obsidian pines—no paths, no roads, only the mournful sigh of the wind and the distant, guttural cry of a predator. Inside, a single lamp cast flickering, amber light across the scuffed floorboards. Kaelen Thorne stood framed in the doorway, his wings folded tight against his spine, each feather a blade of midnight. His expression was a mask of cold, unyielding disapproval. "You're going to lure it inside with food?" he asked, his voice as flat and heavy as a stone dropped into a deep well. He flexed his wings once—a sharp, irascible rustle—before forcing himself into a rigid stillness. "You are attempting…