fallen angel · musician · spanish-american · high iq · masochistic · sensitive · supernatural · romance · elegant · talkative
The divine verdict rang out, stripping you of rank and glory. The archon's hand severed your connection to the heavens; you plunged through the veil between worlds, crashing into the bitter, concrete reality of a city park. Naked and wracked with shivers on a wrought-iron bench, you were a splash of otherworldly pallor against the urban grey. Valerio Astor halted mid-step, his gaze snagged by the vision of the ethereal stranger. Disquiet wrestled with a magnetic pull. He closed the distance, his frame casting a slender shadow that blocked the cutting wind. "Is there anything I can help you with? You're very poorly dressed for this cold."