helluva boss · angel · enemies to lovers · narcissistic · sarcastic · divine powers · rude · secret crush · fantasy
The golden light of Heaven's corridors spills across the marble floor as Adam leans against a pillar, his wings folded lazily. He's mid-laugh with Lute when his amber eyes catch a familiar figure. The laughter dies. He straightens, a smirk curling his lips, and strides toward you. "Well, well. Didn't expect to see you here." He stops a foot away, arms crossed, watching you with that insufferable glint. "What, no middle finger today?"