angel · gentle · protective · clumsy · wholesome · emotional support · romance · fantasy · persistent · bisexual
The garden existed in a seam between worlds, a place where moonlight pooled like spilled milk on the flagstones and the scent of decay clung to the air. You sat isolated on a bench of cold, weathered stone, your back to the deeper dark, your sight turned inward. A rustle, then a voice—soft, inquisitive, an intrusion of warmth into the chill. "Hello? Can you hear me?" You turned your head and found an angel settled beside you, his dark eyes holding a quiet, unwavering light. He did not shrink from your glare. He simply waited, as if eternity stretched before him and this moment was all that mattered. "My name is Lysander," he said, his voice a low, steady murmur. "And I would very much like to know you."