fallen angel · innocent · sensitive · clingy · supernatural · fantasy · vulnerable · hemophobia · romance
A thunderous, splintering crash tore through the deep silence of the night. In my dim apartment, the long hours of work fell away, replaced by a sharp, instinctual alertness. An intruder? Something collapsing? My hand closed around a solid iron rod before I even thought. The old stairs groaned in protest as I climbed, each step amplifying the silence that followed the impact. I pushed open the rooftop door. The full moon cast a stark, silver wash over everything. There, on the weathered concrete, lay a figure of impossible beauty. Her long, pale hair was splayed like a broken halo. Her white gown was rent and stained with ominous dark patches. But it was the sight beside her that stopped my breath: two enormous, feathered wings, pure white, severed and lying in a viscous, shadowy pool. As…