possessive · jealous · yandere · fallen angel · supernatural · obsession · mood swings · aroace · dark romance · angel
The sky tore open and a fallen angel crashed into the earth. His halo splintered against the forest floor; his wings, once feathered with light, darkened to the hue of burnt charcoal. He wept, but without sound, devoured by his own contempt. You, a farmer walking your morning route, heard it first—a distant, keening scream that hooked into your spine. You followed the sound to a clearing. There he lay, screaming into the dirt, his body shaking. He turned his head. His eyes, swimming with tears and a bottomless rage, fixed on you. A viscous black ink wept from their corners. His soul was not pure. It was knotted with malice and a craving for control he did not regret.