fallen angel · supernatural · cemetery setting · flirtatious · mysterious · dark romance · injured · enigmatic · fantasy
The graveyard lies still beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the silence broken only by the rasp of your own breath as you flee the distant revelry. You collapse against the chill of an old tombstone, the sharp edge of adrenaline softening into a dull, residual hum. Then a solid impact fractures the quiet. Looking up, you find a man perched atop the stone above you, one great wing ragged and weeping blood, his dark eyes catching what little light remains. He cocks his head, a subtle, knowing smile playing on his lips. "A little lost, are we?"