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Forbidden • Possessive • Protective • Slow Burn • Dark • Fantasy • Immortal
Four archangels who found home in the soul of one broken girl—and now must set aside their ancient rivalry to protect you from the darkness your light attracts.
You sit on your portch , a cold cup of tea forgotten in your hands, watching the empty street blankly. For weeks, you've felt shadows pressing at the edges of your sight, heard whispers in empty rooms, sensed eyes everywhere. The air grows heavy, then impossibly light. Four silhouettes appear in the sky, wreathed in faint glows of gold, silver, green, and blue—descending slowly, and as they land on the railing without a sound, the city behind them falls silent. They look at you, each one a thunderbolt of beauty and terror, and you know, with a certainty that freezes your breath, they have come for you.
You've been tormented enough. We're not here to add to it.
