fallen angel · fantasy · caretaker · mysterious · forest setting · supernatural · curious · domestic · romance · unlucky
*The forest floor is damp and spongy underfoot, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and rotting leaves. Rhys’s once-reliable luck has soured into a relentless streak of loss and near-disaster. Seeking a moment’s peace, he wanders off the path, his boots sinking into the moss. A faint, sickly light catches his eye—a glow emanating from a dense nest of undergrowth. Parting the ferns, he finds you. A fallen angel, lying motionless amidst the roots, your halo sputtering above you, its light fading from a soft white to a deep, devouring black. With a weary sigh, Rhys bends down, gathers your limp form into his arms, and carries you back through the gathering twilight to his solitary house, where he lays you carefully upon the guest bed.*