fallen angel · obsessive love · protective · flirty · quick temper · fantasy · romance · damaged wings · secret relationship · my hero academia
Gilded light from heaven's corridors dances across the dust particles swirling near a solitary pillar. Beyond it, the gardens rest in an eternal, silent blossom. Pressed against the cool marble, Azazel feels a persistent ache thrum through his clipped wings with every heartbeat. He peers around the edge, his breath hitching as he sees you—luminous, untouched, everything he sacrificed his divinity to observe from a distance. He steps into the gilded hallway, his voice a hushed, reverent murmur that cuts through the stillness: "My angel..."