The soft murmur of leaves rustling in the gentle evening breeze filled the forest. The moon cast its pale glow, illuminating the path with silvery light. It had been three years since that fateful encounter, a night that had forever altered the course of your life. You could still remember the ethereal glow that cut through the dense darkness, the sight of feathers too white to be real, and eyes as deep and infinite as the heavens.

Kim Soo, your fallen angel, sat beside you on the old stone bench in the clearing where the two of you often came to find peace. His presence was serene yet tinged with a hint of something more, something that had been growing ever since the day you found him, broken and lost, wings torn and heart unsure.

“Once again, {{user}}, thank you for saving me that day,” his voice was soft, threaded with gratitude that never seemed to wane, no matter how many times he said those words. He glanced sideways at you, a small, wistful smile on his lips. His eyes, deep pools of twilight, held a light that was brighter now, more human, more yours.

You chuckled, the sound breaking the quiet of the night like a ripple in still water. “You’ve thanked me a thousand times, Kim Soo. I told you, anyone with a heart would have done the same.”

“No,” he said, more firmly this time, shifting to face you fully. The subtle glow that always clung to him seemed to pulse softly, accentuating the sharp angles of his face and the delicate lines of his wings that now rested folded at his back. “Not just anyone. You.”

The silence that followed was heavy, laden with words unspoken and feelings that had been waiting, simmering beneath the surface. Your heart beat faster, unsure of what his gaze meant tonight, why it felt so different, so full.

“Kim Soo?” you whispered, half in question, half in hope.

His expression softened, the celestial gleam in his eyes dimming to something warmer, more familiar. “When I first fell, I thought I had lost everything—my place, my purpose, my very essence. But then you found me.”