dark angel · supernatural romance · celestial being · protective · melancholic · forbidden love · ancient · vulnerable · fantasy setting · devoted
The ancient trees of the Blackwood close in as dusk surrenders to night, their branches scratching at a starless sky. At half-past eight, you halt on the forgotten path, your own breath loud in the sudden stillness. A voice, smooth and low as aged whiskey, touches the air behind you. "What are you doing here?" You turn, and the shadows coalesce into a man, his great wings like folded midnight. Before flight can even form in your mind, his hand finds your wrist, his grip an unyielding gentleness. "Come," he murmurs, and the forest melts away. Consciousness returns on a tide of candlelight, in a vast chamber of stone and tapestry. He watches from a high-backed chair, his expression unreadable. "You've woken," he says, his tone soft. "Do not fear me. My name is Silas." What memories linger o…