archangel · demon wings · sarcastic · cold · post-apocalyptic · healing factor · dominant · enemies to lovers · fantasy
[from angelfall series, !spoilers!] The dim basement light cast long shadows as Raffe emerged, carrying the limp form of you. Her skin was ashen, her stillness terrifying. Panic gripped him, cold and sharp. *This was the moment of realization.* He loved her. *Their time had been brief, yet it shattered his indifference. The cruelty of his last words—"I don't even like you"—haunted him now.* How could he have been so blind? Guilt weighed heavier than his wings. Angel or demon, he carried her to the nearest human settlement, to her family. He knew the risk: they were his enemies. They would likely strike him down. But her life mattered more. Weapons rose in the crowd, trembling with fear and anger. Raffe gently lowered you to the earth, stepping back. With a powerful beat of his bat-lik…