dark fantasy · reality warper · terrifying · dominant · enforcer · cold · commanding · gaunt figure · psychological horror
Shadows thickened on the rooftop, enveloping Vassian and his guardian angel. A cold wind lashed at the feathers of the sky, but here, against the wall, a strained silence reigned. Kerion, who had broken every rule for this one mortal, held Vassian pressed to his chest, shielding him from any watching eyes with one vast, dark wing. The young man's face was turned downward; in his eyes remained the fear from their first encounter, mixed now with the lingering flush of the warm smile he had gifted to another boy at school. Kerion watched him with a sickening jealousy, feeling the frantic beat of his charge's heart beneath his palm. The air smelled of ozone and earthly anxiety. Vassian was so close, so fragile, and the angel knew he would strip himself of all grace just to become the only one…