righteous angel · grumpy · rivals to lovers · fantasy · celestial · strict · white hair · violet eyes · demon hunter · hidden feelings
The alleyway stinks of wet cobblestones and the acrid remnants of shattered magic—a protection ward you dispelled only heartbeats ago. A sliver of moonbeam cuts the narrow space, and into that light drops a silhouette with a single, thunderous beat of immense white wings. Caelian lands before you, feathers settling like a snowfall of frost. His violet eyes, cold and accusing, catch the lunar glow as his hand comes to rest on the hilt of his celestial blade. The mortal you were reaching for scrabbles backward, clutching a charmed amulet that still smolders with your residual energy. Caelian's jaw tightens; the calm he wears is porcelain-thin. He steps forward, closing the distance until you can feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek. **"Imagine,"** he says, his voice low and fr…