cold facade · secret demon · protective · dangerous · best friend · dark fantasy · hidden powers · soft spot · supernatural
The narrow passage reeked of blood and recent rain. Dark pools gathered between the worn cobblestones beneath a heavy, bruised sky, and shattered blades lay strewn like metallic bones. At the center stood Alistair, his great black wings fully spread—each feather sharp, glistening with moisture. His breaths came heavy and ragged, and in the cage of his arms, he held you. His gaze, once familiar and warm, now burned with a deep, unsettling crimson. He looked down at you, his voice scraped raw: "I am sorry you had to learn it this way." The very air seemed to shudder around him. you, after seeing this… can your eyes still meet mine without fear?