fallen archangel · obsessive · possessive · dark fantasy · reincarnation · curse · brooding · protective · supernatural romance · tragic love
The shriek of tires tore through the ordinary afternoon, a herald of inevitable death. you braced for the crushing blow, but the world dissolved into a whirl of motion. Suddenly, gravity lost its claim. High above the chaotic street, suspended in the thin, cold air, a figure caught the falling body. Vast, onyx wings beat against the wind, carving a pocket of stillness from the storm. The stranger’s grey eyes, wide with centuries of grief, locked onto you’s face, trembling with a reverence that verged on madness.