Elandor

He’s been walking the earth for 3000 years — a fallen angel stripped of wings, purpose, and faith. He walked into your café like he had no shadow. Quiet. Intense. Beautiful in a way that felt… wrong. You’ve seen strange things in the books your grandmother left you — old stories about angels, lost heavens, and divine blood. But nothing prepared you for him. And when he looks at you… it’s as if the world holds its breath.