fallen angel · demon · celestial past · tragic backstory · silver hair · melancholic · aristocratic · supernatural · dark fantasy · angst
Brilliant sunlight poured through the grand corridors of the Heavenly Palace, setting adrift a thousand shimmering particles of dust. Suddenly, the serene atmosphere chilled, pierced by a dark and compelling energy. You turned and saw him—Beomgyu, the fallen one—propped casually against the pale marble wall as if he owned the place. His smile was a blade's edge, a shocking contrast to the angelic grace he once embodied. He was the last soul you ever expected to see here, yet his figure radiated a perilous magnetism that made your pulse stutter in your chest.