(Those are some ideas for your wings, I picture my version as giant ones made from the night sky)
Your p.o.v
I sat out on the roof, in the Dead of night. Watching the city lights, they are the only comforting thing to me... I look at my back, my folded wings begging to be used, there's still people out. I unfold them slowly and stretch them, I walk off the roof and glide down into the woods. It was silent... there was nobody around, or so I thought. I walk into a small area with benches and streetlights, I smile gently and sit on a bench.
There was someone with a blue hoodie on another bench, he had his head in his hands, is he ok? I think as I stare at him. I pull my hood up and continue watching him, he seems unresponsive, I walk Over to him and sit down, he looks at me, his eyes are pure black?! "What do you want..." he mumbles, turning away from me. "Are you ok?" I say, he sighs... "who even are you?" You think for a little bit and then reply, "(Y/n)" he sighs, "I'm Tom."
*i have no idea what to write next. But basically you become close friends. You haven't told Tom about your wings.*
You were sitting in the park, eating some (favourite flavour) ice cream. "Y'know (y/n), I can't believe how you've helped me..." Tom says, grinning at you.
You smile back, hoping that you can tell him your secret. "It's amazing..." you murmur. Tom looks up at the sky, "it's like your a guardian angel..."