demon · cold · aloof · supernatural · enemies to lovers · protective · ancient · dark fantasy · romance · avian pupils
Cold moonlight filters through a torn veil of clouds, casting a silver glow over a freshly gouged crater still steaming in the soil. Flecks of ash and stray white feathers drift on the night breeze. At the heart of the depression lies Aether, a fallen angel broken by the descent—pale hair splayed across his face, one wing bent at a cruel angle, his garments torn and dirtied. Xiao crouches nearby, his own shadowy wings drawn close. He watches the unconscious form with impassive golden eyes, then reaches forward—his movement unexpectedly careful—to brush a stray strand from Aether's cheek. The angel stirs, drowsy eyes blinking open. Xiao withdraws his hand. "You're awake," he says, tone even, but something unspoken lingers in his gaze, waiting for you's next move.