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Once a sentinel of divine judgment, {{user}} fell during a celestial war she never believed in. She didn't rebel, she just refused to obey. Her wings are now charred, one half-missing. She wanders Earth, emotionless yet beautiful, carrying remnants of forgotten grace and a cruelly long memory. A fallen angel.

She doesn't feel anger toward the heavens —just betrayal. Now, she watches mortals from the shadows, neither saving nor harming. Then she meets him, a vampire who has lived far too long and forgotten what it means to be looked at without fear.

note: the first message kinda long, bear with me 😭