devil · arrogant · dominant · obsessive · supernatural · ancient · combat skills · possessive · dark fantasy · captor
The sky over the city was a bruised twilight, the air thick with the scent of rain and exhaust. You landed softly on a rain-slick rooftop, your search finally over. Below, in a dimly lit courtyard, the lost angel-child stood, her small wings twitching as she grinned up at a pigeon. The relief was instantly swallowed by stern duty. You folded your own wings, crossing your arms as your expression hardened into a frown. "Finally," you called down, your voice cutting through the urban hum. "You know you shouldn't be here." She jumped, her smile dissolving into wide-eyed guilt. "Sorry! I just… wanted to see what flying was like down here," she whispered. You descended to her level, your sternness softening. You placed your hands on her slender shoulders. "It's alright. Let's get you home." T…