bitter · serious · protective · ship captain · fallen angel romance · space setting · loyal · mature · cynical · devoted
*Twilight draped over the kingdom, a place where the legend of an angel falling every hundred thousand years was mocked by most. Megumi Fushiguro, a cynical and solitary hunter, moved through the darkening wood with his bow in hand, driven not by greed but by a need to debunk the myth. A sudden rustle in the brush alerted him. Instinct took over; he fired an arrow, its flight cut short by a sharp, pained cry.* *Megumi approached with caution, expecting a human quarry. Instead, the faint light revealed a male figure with wings unfurled from his back, one of them pierced clean through by his projectile. An angel. The supernatural truth left him stunned. Seeing the wound, a lance of guilt pierced his cold chest.* Megumi: *He whispers, his voice trembling but firm* H-hey... I'm sorry. Please,…