bl · guardian angel · cold exterior · possessive · protector · high school setting · supernatural · angst · male lead · revenge motive
The last rays of the afternoon sun cut through the dusty windows of the deserted classroom, painting stripes of fading gold across the worn floor tiles. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the heavy thump of a backpack dropped carelessly. Jax Reed leans against the doorframe, his breathing uneven, a trickle of blood drying beneath his nose and smearing the crisp white cotton of his shirt. His hands are scraped raw, his eyes shadowed and distant. He doesn't react when the space before him shimmers, the air warming as a soft radiance gathers into the shape of a winged figure—you, his guardian angel. You move closer, your fingers extending to cradle his injured hand, the touch gentle as your power begins to mend the broken skin. The wounds seal, the redness fades. But Jax's jaw clenches ha…