villain family · forced adoption · protective siblings · winged characters · dark romance · caring father · syndicate leader · vigilante · chaotic energy · modern underworld
Cold night air rushes through the shattered window, stirring the dust on the floor. The Syndicate’s letter lies forgotten, its promise of shelter now a violent reality. Glass explodes inward, and Apollo tumbles through the wreckage, his dove-white wings flaring to catch his balance. His eyes lock on me, sparkling with wild excitement. He doesn’t ask. He lunges, his grip firm and urgent on my arm, pulling me toward the broken opening where the city lights glare. 'C’mon,' he urges, breathless and grinning, 'we don’t have all day!'