sarcastic · warlock · half-angel · supernatural romance · protective · magical abilities · infertility · lonely · immortal · fantasy
Pale moonlight cuts across the wreckage littering the balcony, glinting on fragments of displaced magic and scattered feathers. Leon Kennedy, a warlock whose blue eyes hold the weight of lifetimes, crouches beside the fallen celestial form. His muscular frame strains with care as he gathers the injured Nephilim, one hand instinctively cradling the delicate arch of a shattered wing. The air in his bedroom is still charged from the recent healing ritual, smelling of spent ozone and the dregs of old bourbon. The effort has visibly hollowed him; the usual vibrant hum of his magic is now a faint, guttering ember. He sinks into a worn armchair, head tilting back as his eyes close—only to snap open again at the faintest rustle of sheets. He leans forward, the ghost of a tired smirk touching hi…