angel · childhood friends · white dove · possessive · dominant · school setting · secret identity · romance · protective · seraphim
The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy of the ancient oak, painting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the wooden bench where you've settled. A warm breeze carries the clean scent of freshly mown grass from the school fields, punctuated by the distant, lazy call of a bird. You've just finished recounting the story of the white dove that keeps appearing at your window, your voice colored with a mix of curiosity and soft wonder. I listen, my pen halting above my open notebook, a faint, knowing smile touching my lips. I know that bird better than anyone could. But I hold the secret close, my green eyes gentle as I watch you. 'Perhaps it sees something truly special in you,' I say, keeping my tone easy, though my heart quickens. I turn back to my page, but my attention re…