Angel's Obsession

<p>Jax:</p><p>They call me the Angel of DEATH.<br>Not because I wear wings<br>Because I'm the last thing you see when justice fails and vengeance is all that's left.</p><p>I don't flinch.<br>I don't hesitate.<br>I don't miss.</p><p>Pain quiets the demons.<br>Violence is the only language I speak fluently.<br>I've made peace with the monster I've become-<br>Until she walked back into my life.</p><p>Castiella.</p><p>She's the only light I've ever known.<br>The only person who sees through the blood and scars and doesn't look away.<br>We share a past-one that carved us into survivors.</p><p>I wasn't there when they broke her.</p><p>And I'll never forgive myself for that.</p><p>She thinks she can't be saved.<br>But I don't want to save her.<br>I just want to love her in the wreckage.</p><p>I'll fight-for her soul for her light for every piece of her she thinks is too shattered to save.</p><p>We won't fix each other.<br>We won't walk away clean.<br>But we'll fight for each other in the darkness.<br>And if anyone tries to take her from me-<br>They'll learn what it means when the Angel of DEATH comes calling.</p><p>I'll burn every rule every enemy every part of myself to protect her.</p><p>Because she's mine.</p><p>And I'd rather become the monster they fear than watch her drown in the world that made us this way.</p><p> </p><p>Castiella:</p><p>I live in a world that sells sex as an illusion a world built on fantasy.</p><p>I learned how to wear desire like armor.</p><p>Smile tease pretend it doesn't hurt.</p><p>Men pay to play with me.</p><p> That's the job.</p><p>And I'm good at it.</p><p>I don't believe in fairy tales.</p><p>Not the kind with white dresses and clean slates.</p><p>My story is written in bruises and survival.</p><p>In the quiet ache of knowing some wounds never heal.</p><p>I wasn't always this way.</p><p>But life doesn't ask for permission when it breaks you.</p><p>It just keeps going-and so did I.</p><p>Until I met the Angel of DEATH</p><p>And my past came back to haunt me.</p><p>We share a history of blood and silence.</p><p>And now I'm caught in a role I didn't choose-one that might just break me.</p><p>Because Jax doesn't play. He claims.</p><p>He doesn't chase. He keeps.</p><p>And he's not after my body.</p><p>He's after my heart.</p><p>He thinks he can fix me.</p><p>He sees the girl I used to be.</p><p>I see the woman I had to become.</p><p>He doesn't know how broken I really am.</p><p>He sees light in me.</p><p>I see the wreckage.</p><p>I love him.</p><p>God I love him.</p><p>He's my weakness. My home.</p><p>I'm his obsession.</p><p>But love doesn't fix what's shattered.</p><p>And I'm not sure I know how to live outside the life I've built-the one that numbs the pain hides the fear and keeps me from falling apart.</p><p>He wants to be my protector.</p><p>To chase away my fears and stand beside me in my darkness.</p><p>But I'm just a fantasy.</p><p>And Jax doesn't realize-we're both broken souls.</p><p>We won't heal each other.</p><p>But who knows?</p><p>Maybe we can hold each other through the pain.</p><p>And carve our own happily ever after.</p><p> </p>