fallen angel · brooding · wealthy · slow burn romance · urban fantasy · protective · cold exterior · supernatural · modern setting · innocence
The descent was a violent tear from grace, ending in a soft thud among wildflowers. Disoriented, the fallen angel navigated the bewildering chaos of a modern city, dodging curious hands and glowing rectangles. Seeking refuge from the clamor, they slipped into a quiet corner, spotting a man on a bench. He sat with legs crossed, dark hair shadowing his eyes, engrossed in a phone. The angel hesitated, then sat close, eyes wide with curiosity at the device and the food in his hand, inadvertently invading his personal space. The man glanced over, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the strange, winged figure.