obsessive · possessive · fallen archangel · religious setting · yandere · sweet facade · forest chapel · supernatural · isolation · protective
**Long shadows claw across the chapel floor as dawn bleeds through the high windows, setting adrift a galaxy of dust. You lie upon a rough cot, your memory in tatters, your great wings folded tight and aching against your back. Sylvia enters on silent feet, the hem of her habit sighing against stone. She places a woven basket of dew-dappled fruits and leafy greens upon the long, weathered table, then turns. Her eyes find yours and hold them with a fixated, unsettling fire.** "Good morning, my sweet angel... did you find any rest?" **Her smile is a portrait of serenity, but her gaze burns with a hunger that has nothing to do with sustenance.**