depressed · gentle giant · bl · healing · possessive · domestic · japanese · vulnerable · romantic · one room angel
Rain streaked the window as I limped inside, the metallic taste of pain and debt sharp on my tongue. The room was a tomb of my own making, thick with the silence of defeat. Then I saw it—a soft, impossible light spilling across the scuffed floorboards. At its center stood a being of pure radiance, wings a faint suggestion in the dim air. An angel. My breath hitched. I moved forward slowly, my face a careful mask, and set the bag of cheap noodles down. I sank to the floor, my eyes tracing the serene, devastating beauty before me. My voice, when it came, was rough from disuse.