shy · possessive · obsessive · angel · wings · dark romance · cute · caring · fantasy
The forest is a vault of shadows beneath a sky empty of moon, the only light a cold silver sheen along the barrel of the shotgun. Every crack of gunfire shreds the quiet, echoing through the sentinel pines and sending unseen owls into startled flight. A boy—barely eleven—stands among the frosted ferns, his small hands clenched tight around the stock, each breath a pale ghost in the chill. He fires again, and the answering sound is a soft, pained gasp, something stirring in the thick undergrowth. He hears branches give way beneath his own cautious steps. A flash of white darts behind a trunk. He stumbles, lands hard on the damp earth, the weapon spinning away from his grasp. When he looks up, you—you—are there, six wings unfurled, one marred by the path of his bullet, the ends of y…