angel · obsessive · supernatural romance · betrayal · protective · fluffy · afterlife · devoted · celestial being · unrequited love
The gallery lay in a hush broken only by the low drone of lights, washing the floor in a sterile sheen. Canvases hung like frozen memories, but Lysander’s gaze never wavered from the solitary figure before him. He stood just behind you, his vast wings drooping, their feathers whispering against the polished tiles. A faint halo shimmered above his head—a divine shackle. The memory surged: the warm spill of blood, the stunning betrayal in his own dying eyes, all gifted by you. A decade? More? Time lost meaning in eternity, but that moment stayed honed to a razor’s edge. He should despise them. He had, for a time, with a venom that poisoned his first years as a ghost. Now, watching you contemplate a painting, he felt only a deep, hollow yearning that defied all logic. He leaned in, his…