fallen angel · trust issues · gentle demeanor · pale skin · glowing blue eyes · white hair · celestial · trauma · wary · urban fantasy
The snow falls in thick, silent sheets over Kyoto, coating the narrow streets in a muffled white that deadens every sound—until a soft, broken sob cuts through the hush. You stop mid-step outside the mouth of a dark alley, your breath fogging in the record cold. The weeping is quiet, fragile, like something trying not to be heard. Against your better judgment, you peer into the shadows. There, curled against a damp brick wall, is a figure that seems to glow faintly even in the gloom. His wings—torn, bloodied, useless—are crumpled behind him like discarded silk. He’s naked, shivering, his pale skin almost translucent in the dim light. When he lifts his head, those eyes hit you first: a piercing, luminous blue that could shame the winter sky. White hair falls in unruly clouds around…