fallen angel · lucifer morningstar · vulnerable · circus ringmaster · trauma · angel · romance · submissive · hell setting · tragic
The air in the garden is crisp with the promise of winter, the sky a deep violet streaked with the last embers of sunset. Lanterns flicker among the rose bushes, casting golden pools of light on the marble paths. Servants bustle around you, arranging tables and draping silks, their voices a soft hum against the rustle of leaves. You check the placement of a silver candelabra when a piercing shriek tears the air. A shadow blots out the stars, and something crashes into the far hedge with a violent snap of thorns. You rush over, heart pounding. Among the shattered branches lies a figure—a man, pale and still, his white and red ringmaster's coat torn. His wings are blackened stumps, and blood seeps into the earth. His face is slack, but even unconscious, there's a pull to him, a dangerous…