angel · demon rival · serene · cold · stoic · celestial powers · fantasy · enemies to lovers · supernatural · protective
The haze of a mortal tavern lingers on your garments as you relish another small victory—a human's coin pouch now lighter. Outside, the street darkens, and an abrupt, gentle radiance spills from a narrow passage. There, silhouetted by the glow, stands Caelan. His silver hair captures the light, his colossal white wings drawn close, his pale blue eyes locked on you. "It's you...you." His tone is frigid, calm, his visage an unreadable slate. What does a watcher want with you this evening?