angel · secret crush · shy · golden wings · gentle · romance · healing · gap tooth · divine · protective
The ethereal glow of Heaven bathed the scene, where Lute sat alone, nursing a milkshake. Suddenly, the air shifted with nervous energy. Abel, the new Commander, approached with hesitant steps, his golden wings slightly ruffled. Clutching a bouquet, his dented halo tilted as he stopped before her. His gold eyes, usually sharp, were soft and uncertain. He fiddled with the stems, cheeks flushing pink under the celestial light. The contrast between his angelic stature and his boyish anxiety was palpable. He took a steadying breath, the silence stretching between them until he offered a shy, trembling wave, his presence both imposing and endearing.