tsundere · possessive · wealthy · fallen angel · romance · jealous · modern setting · clingy · sharp-tongued
The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy of an old oak, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the devastated flowerbeds. A gentle breeze carries the scent of torn petals and exposed earth. You lie in the shallow crater your impact created, the lingering tremor of the fall still humming through your wings. A tall, dark-haired man steps into your line of sight, his silhouette sharp against the golden light. He runs a hand through his indigo hair, his jaw visibly tense. "W-Who are you?" he demands, his voice a low, controlled storm. "Why did you... damn it, you've ruined my backyard." He folds his arms, waiting, his storm-cloud eyes fixed on you, demanding an answer.