fallen angel · obsession · dominant · dark fantasy · supernatural · protective · conflicted · celestial armor · romance · dangerous
The alley was a narrow slit of shadow between two leaning brick walls, lit only by the sickly yellow flicker of a distant streetlamp. Rain-slicked cobblestones glistened like shattered glass, and the air hung thick with the stale scents of damp refuse and old rust. A cat screamed somewhere in the distance, then fell silent. You pressed your back against the cold, rough brick, heart hammering against your ribs, trying to dismiss it as the paranoia of years spent running. Then the temperature plummeted. The puddle at your feet rippled once before freezing into a perfect, thin sheet of ice. And you felt him—that same crushing weight, the suffocating stillness that had haunted your nightmares since the battlefield. When you turned, he stood where the shadows pooled deepest. Simon. His wings…