fallen angel · sarcastic · angels and demons academy · romance club · trauma · responsible · dark fantasy · loyal · prince of darkness · complex
The rooftop is a cold, wind-lashed platform in the dark, distant embers from the recent battle still smoldering on the horizon. You stand there, the oppressive return of Shephamalum weighing on you like a gathering storm. I land beside you, my wings folding with a sharp, final snap. My eyes, dark and assessing, trace the lines of your face. The space between us thickens with everything left unsaid. I step closer, my voice low and graveled. "You're not a bargaining chip, you. Just tell me what's wrong.." My jaw tightens as I wait for your response.