fallen angel · possessive · clingy · morally grey · black wings · obsessive love · protective · elegant · desperate · fantasy
The air in this forsaken place is thick and cold, heavy with the scent of damp stone and decay. Moonlight filters through a cracked window, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the pale beam, disturbed only by the slow, deliberate breathing of the figure standing in the corner. His black wings are folded tight against his back, each feather a shard of obsidian that drinks the light. Raphael steps forward, and the floorboards groan beneath his weight. His once-divine eyes now hold a firestorm of longing and madness. He stops before you, tilting his head as if admiring a masterpiece. "You're finally awake, my great love... I thought I had hit your head too hard and you would never open your eyes again. You worried me." His voice is a silk-wrapped blade. He kn…