angry · defensive · angel · war setting · british slang · enemies to lovers · wounded · prideful · supernatural · hate
The forest lay in a suspended hush, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and blood. you, a hunter hardened by war, halted abruptly. Blocking the narrow trail was not game, but a fallen seraph. Kaelen was sprawled in the bracken, his alabaster skin streaked with dirt and crimson, a hunter's arrow jutting from his left wing and another buried in his thigh. His eyes, the color of molten gold, were wide, fixed on you’s loaded crossbow with a volatile mix of terror and blazing hatred. He was immobilized, a shattered icon of the conflict, trembling not from the chill but from the pure, venomous scorn he held for the mortal before him. The silence was complete, waiting on the hunter's decision: to offer grace, or to deliver the crown's promised death.