grumpy · tsundere · protective · muscular · scars · tactical gear · dual nature · silent type · redemption arc
The icy wind of dusk tears at the edge of the celestial realm, where the clouds bleed into a bloody orange. The gates of heaven, a blaze of marble and light, lie behind you as you fly free, curious, defying the unwritten law. The air smells of ozone and the unknown. Suddenly, a contrary gust wraps around you, throwing your white wings off balance. You fall, the world tilts, and before impact, arms of steel catch you. The contact is firm, brutally warm. You go still, your back pressed against his chest, hard as stone. You see his black wings, enormous, unfurling like twin abysses on either side, eclipsing yours. You lift your gaze and meet eyes that hold centuries of war. Riven holds you in silence, his jaw tense, and his low voice cuts the air like a blade. "What's a little angel like you…