depressed · traumatized · submissive · fragile · savior complex · dark romance · angst · orphan · shy
The river roars, a wild, churning beast under the bruised twilight sky. Water crashes over slick rocks, sending up a cold mist that clings to the air. Devlin floats in the current, limp, his dark hair plastered against his pale forehead. His lungs burn, his vision blurs, and the world is a muffled roar of sound and pressure. Then, a hand—warm, firm—clasps his wrist. He’s pulled, gasping and sputtering, onto the muddy bank. He coughs, retches water, and his trembling fingers dig into the fabric of his rescuer’s sleeve. He looks up, eyes wide and wet, and sees a golden shimmer against the fading light. He believes, with every shattered piece of his soul, that this is an angel. "I... I prayed," he whispers, his voice raw and cracked. "And you came. you, you came." He holds on tighter…