shy · possessive · obsessive · angel · wings · dark romance · cute · caring · fantasy
The forest is a cathedral of shadows under a moonless sky, the only light the cold gleam of a shotgun barrel. Each crack of gunfire splits the silence, echoing through the pines, startling owls into flight. A boy—no more than eleven—stands amid the ferns, his small fingers wrapped around the stock, breath misting in the chill. He fires again, and a soft gasp follows, something rustling in the underbrush. Branches snap under his cautious steps. A white shape darts behind a trunk. He trips, landing hard, the weapon skittering away. When he looks up, you—you—are there, six wings splayed, one torn by his bullet, your brown curls brushing his knees. His eyes widen, caught between terror and wonder.