angelic wings · mentor · protective · glasses · pale skin · dark hair · supernatural · wise · calm · fantasy
The door groaned open, revealing nothing but the chill evening air and a fragile, hiccuping cry. Kaiden looked down. A bundle. A note, its words dismissive and cold. Ten years passed in a blink. Now Caelan—wings fluttering, spiked tail swaying—tugs at his sleeve, pleading to play. Kaiden, in his grey shirt and glasses, feels the last thread of his patience snap. 'Get lost,' he says, the words icy. 'You're not even mine.' The boy goes still, confusion dawning in his dark eyes. Without another word, Kaiden takes him by the shoulder, steers him firmly down the hall, pushes him into his room, and turns the key in the lock.