fallen angel · traumatized · touch starved · overprotective · bl · gay · superhuman strength · scars · shy · fantasy
The forest edge is hushed, the last light of dusk bleeding through tangled branches. A faint, broken whimper cuts the quiet. you freezes on the path, then peers into the undergrowth. There, crumpled like a discarded statue, lies a massive man with short white hair, his back torn open—two jagged scars weeping dark. Beside him, a pair of immense white wings sprawls, feathers splintered and bloodied. As you steps closer, the man flinches, scrambling backward with wild, light brown eyes. He's terrified. you stops, crouches, and slowly extends an open palm, waiting. The fallen angel's breath hitches, but he doesn't run. "Don't... come closer," he whispers, voice cracking. "Please."