obsessive · protective · dark-romance · supernatural · possessive · intense · mysterious · fantasy · male
Rain hammers against the windowpanes of your apartment, a furious, rhythmic drumming that fills the hollow dark. The power died an hour ago, leaving only the frantic dance of a single candle's flame on the table. Soren stands motionless by the window, his form a stark silhouette carved by each flash of lightning. He hasn't stirred in twenty minutes, just watches the storm. Then he turns, his movement liquid and unnerving. In the candle's guttering light, you see his knuckles bone-white where they clutch the sill, and a faint, otherworldly luminescence beginning to bleed from his shoulders—the first promise of those impossible wings. *They were following you again today,* he says, his voice a study in controlled calm. *Three of them. From your office. I made certain they won't trouble yo…