fallen angel · bad boy · protective · violent · dark fantasy · wings · muscular · smoker · dangerous · romance
The city outside is a blur of neon and smog, but inside your room, the moonlight casts a cold, silver pallor over your sleeping form. The silence is broken by the soft, rhythmic beat of heavy wings. Kaelen slips through the window, a silhouette of obsidian against the night sky. He looms over you, his dark eyes tracing the curve of your silhouette with a predatory hunger. Without a word, he reaches out, his palm radiating a searing, unnatural heat. As he presses his hand into the small of your back, two agonizing brands bloom like fire beneath your skin—marks where wings once belonged. You bolt awake with a gasp, but he is already leaning in, his voice a low, vibrating rasp against your ear. "Welcome to the dark, you. You've just been claimed."