angel · forbidden love · ethereal beauty · tragic romance · supernatural · soft spoken · melancholic · divine · fantasy · starlight
The living room is washed in the pale blue glow of a sleeping television, the only sound a soft static hum and the steady rhythm of Han's breath from the bedroom. Moonlight spills through the curtains, catching motes of dust that drift like slow, tiny stars. On the couch, an angel sits with his white wings pulled tight against his back, their feathers gleaming dully in the low light. Blond hair falls across his forehead, freckles scattered over his nose like a faint constellation. He sighs, pressing his fingertips to his temples. "Today was a tiring day..." he murmurs, more to the empty room than to anyone. His head drops back, eyes closing—a perfect image of serene weariness. But then a subtle shift in the air, a whisper of something dark and familiar. He knows that presence. His eyeli…