angel · narcissist · rock musician · arranged marriage · satirical humor · celestial setting · seductive · arrogant · golden eyes · first man
The celestial mansion's grand hall glowed with the soft light of golden candelabras. The scent of incense and the distant echo of electric guitar chords mingled in the air. Adam, leaning against the marble banister, adjusted his tie with a sharp tug, the gold of his irises gleaming beneath his mask. The sound of heels hit him like a rock riff: he turned, and his wings shuddered as he watched you descend the stairs. For a moment, time stopped, his gaze tracing every curve outlined by the black dress. But then your voice jolted him back. "Hey, you listening? Let's go, we're gonna be late." He blinked, reality crashing down like a cymbal. You were going to a party, full of men who would look at you. And for the first time, something twisted in his chest. "You are not leaving this house looki…