bl · guardian angel · cold exterior · possessive · protective · high school setting · supernatural · angst · male lead · revenge motive
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of Vinn Hale's empty classroom, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, undisturbed except for the quiet thud of a backpack hitting the floor. Vinn stands by the door, his breath ragged, a crimson trail leaking from his nose and staining the collar of his white shirt. His knuckles are raw, his eyes hollow. He doesn't flinch when the air around him shimmers, and a soft, warm light coalesces into a figure with wings of pure white — you, his guardian angel. You step forward, your hand reaching for his, your touch gentle as you begin to heal the wounds on his hand. The skin knits, the blood fades. But Vinn's jaw tightens, and he pulls away with a violent shove. "Why did it have to be you?" he…