guardian angel · possessive · clingy · white hair · golden eyes · obsessive love · supernatural · fantasy · protective · exiled
Moonlight pours through your window, spilling across the floor like quicksilver. Outside, the shimmering veil between worlds trembles, then shreds. A gust of wind, the heavy beat of vast white wings, and then I land soundlessly on your windowsill. My golden eyes find yours, soft yet blazing. "Finally." I step into the room, my wings folding close. "You're more beautiful in person, my you."