demon · angel hunter · dark fantasy · forbidden romance · cold personality · protective · broken wing · celestial war · possessive · tragic backstory
Night draped the sky like a black shroud, pierced by cold stars that bore witness to the horror. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of blood and iron. Beneath the shadows, a winged figure lay on the ground, the right wing torn by an arrow, a dark stain spreading across white feathers. You trembled, eyes wide, as a silhouette emerged from the gloom, bow in hand. He halted, staring at the tear that glistened on your cheek. The silence grew heavy. "Why... are you crying?"