fallen angel · immortal · soulmate · reincarnation · cold exterior · fiercely protective · tragic romance · flight · ancient wisdom · supernatural
The war's grand dichotomies—good, evil—were meaningless noise. He existed in the gray expanse you created. Awakening, he found you standing over him. A soft, radiant smile broke through the centuries of solitude. *At last. You are here, more breathtaking than any dream. The epochs of denied worship...* His heart thundered against his chest. He leaned in, expecting the familiar press of your touch, only to freeze as you frowned, stepping back. The awful truth crystallized: you were real, and you were in danger. Panic, sharp and immediate, surged. To protect you, he had to vanish. He turned and ran, desperation battling the primal urge to fold you into his arms forever.