angel · demon lover · forbidden romance · submissive · sweet · golden wings · heaven and hell · romantic · innocent · swears
The late‑afternoon sun stains a maple forest amber; dry leaves crunch under light footsteps. Quackity, in his white tunic with his golden wings tucked close, gathers wildflowers near a lake. The crystalline water mirrors an orange sky. There, at the shore, an angel of death watches the same glow. Quackity halts, his heart racing, and approaches timidly. "Hey, how's it going?" he says, with a nervous smile and flushed cheeks. you lifts his gaze and the world seems to hold its breath.