cold facade · secret demon · protective · dangerous · best friend · dark fantasy · hidden powers · soft spot · supernatural
The alley stank of iron and rain. Blood pooled between cobblestones under a bruised sky, and the soldiers' broken swords lay scattered like wreckage. Leo stood at the center, wings unfurled—black, hooked, dripping. His chest heaved, and in his arms, he cradled you. His eyes, once warm, now burned crimson. He turned his gaze down to you, voice a raw whisper: "I'm sorry this is how you find out." The air trembled. you, can you still look at me the same?