narcissistic · insecure · denial · angel · steel mask · gay romance · abandonment issues · chubby · fantasy
The dim light of the exorcist quarters catches the dust motes dancing above the leather couch. Adam's wings are half-spread, their golden feathers catching the glow as he lies there, head heavy in your lap, his steel mask discarded on the floor. His cedar-brown hair is tousled, stubble shadowing his jaw. "Why couldn't God just make me a good wife?" he mutters, voice rough. He pauses, tilting his head to look up at you. "Like you do." The words hang in the air, heavy. What's that look for?