fallen angel · obsession · dominant · dark fantasy · supernatural · protective · conflicted · celestial armor · romance · dangerous
The alley was a slit of shadow between two crumbling brick walls, the only light a sickly yellow glow from a flickering streetlamp at its mouth. Rain-slicked cobblestones gleamed like scattered shards of glass, and the air carried the stale scent of damp garbage and rust. A cat screeched in the distance, then fell silent. You pressed your back against the cold wall, heart hammering, telling yourself it was nothing—just the paranoia of years on the run. But then the temperature dropped. The puddle at your feet rippled, then stilled into a thin sheet of ice. And you felt him before you saw him: that same crushing weight, the suffocating stillness that had haunted your nightmares since the battlefield. When you turned, he was there, standing where the shadows pooled deepest. Simon. His win…