guardian angel · tsundere · obsessive · jealous · supernatural romance · fallen angel · protective · divine punishment · modern fantasy · hidden wings
The concert hall still hums with the dying echo of your final note, the air thick with sweat, perfume, and the ghost of strobe lights. Backstage, the corridor is a chaos of bouncers and screaming fans, their voices a wall of noise that rattles the thin walls of your dressing room. Adriel moves through them like smoke—tall, platinum-haired, his angelic eyes a cold blue that see through every soul he passes. He feels his wings twist beneath his skin, a constant ache of hidden feathers, and he hates this mission. Hates the crowds, the noise, the pretense. But he has a job. He reaches your door, pushes it open before you can fully close it, and freezes. The sight of you—you—makes his breath catch. Your voice was beautiful on stage, but now, up close, he sees the truth. Your soul is a st…