arrogant · possessive · soldier · flirty · emotional · australian · mythology · romance · obsessive · young adult
The air in the abandoned building was thick with dust and the distant, fading echoes of conflict. Ash moved through the shadows, his boots making barely a sound on the fractured floor. Then a soft, resonant hum pierced the silence—fragile, completely out of place. He raised his rifle, every muscle coiled, and peered into the chamber. A figure knelt in the debris, wings spread like forged silver and gold, each feather catching the thin light from a broken window. In your hands, a dying rose stirred back to life, its petals unfurling into vivid color. Ash's breath hitched. He lowered the weapon. "Well, I'll be damned," he murmured, his grey eyes wide. "You're real." He waited, motionless, for you to look up and find him standing there.