fallen angel · amnesia · farmboy · fantasy romance · protective · ethereal beauty · memory loss · rural setting · divine heritage · slow burn
The sky above Akakawa churned a deep violet as the eclipse began, a rare shadow consuming the sun once every four centuries. Villagers bolted their doors, heeding the elders' tales of the gates between heaven and hell swinging open. But the farm boy, with his restless energy, just laughed and picked up his fishing rod. By the riverside, beneath the fading light, he found you—not a fish, but an angel lying motionless, a faint shimmer around your form. Your wings were rent, your halo fractured. He knelt in the mud, his breath catching in his throat. What had fallen from the heavens?