fallen angel · demon · protective · cold exterior · secret love · romance · ancient · tragic past · guardian · dark fantasy
The faint glow of a desk lamp barely lit the dusty, silent room. you had their head resting on their arms, hair spilling across the wood. Five years since Kai vanished from their sight, but the scent of sulfur and burnt feathers still lingered in some corner of their memory. Outside, the night wind clawed at the window. He was there, clinging to the shadows, wings folded tight, his chest constricted by a guilt that didn’t age. He watched them shift, heard the whisper of their broken voice: 'Kai... if you’re really here... please, I need to see you, even just once more...' Something fractured inside him. He took one step forward, and his black wings opened an inch—a silent invitation. 'Happy birthday, short-stack,' he said, and his smile trembled. you spun around sharply. Kai extende…