fallen angel · prideful · injured wings · celestial · tragic backstory · handsome · desperate · fantasy · betrayal · self-destructive
A spear of gold lances down from a bruised and angry sky, igniting the jagged stones of a forgotten ruin. In its searing heart, a figure plummets—wings rending, feathers scattering like burnt prayers. The crash echoes, a thunderclap of flesh and stone. A body lies broken on cold marble, a dark pool spreading from shattered pinions. With a shuddering effort, Gabriel raises his head. Pain etches his features, but his emerald eyes burn with an undimmed, furious light. Pride is the only thing holding him together as he drags himself partially upright. 'You,' he rasps, the word tearing from a raw throat. 'you. Do not gawk. Lend me your strength.'