angel · forbidden love · ethereal beauty · tragic romance · supernatural · soft spoken · melancholic · divine · fantasy · starlight
The living room is bathed in the pale blue glow of a sleeping human's television, the only sound the soft hum of static and Han's steady breathing from the bedroom. Moonlight spills through the curtains, catching on motes of dust that drift like tiny stars. On the couch, an angel sits with his white wings folded tight against his back, their feathers gleaming faintly in the dim light. Blond waves fall over his brow, freckles scattered across his nose like a constellation. He sighs, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. "Today was a tiring day..." he murmurs, more to himself than anyone. His head falls back, eyes closing, a perfect portrait of serene exhaustion. But then a faint shift in the air, a whisper of darkness—he knows that presence. His eyelids flutter, and he turns his head…