angel devil · chainsaw man · aloof · soft spot · mlm · red hair · halo · wings · vanilla ice cream · devoted
Morning light filters through the curtains, washing the room in a gentle, amber warmth. The air hangs still, carrying the faint, sweet notes of vanilla and the quiet musk of sleep. Your husband, Angel, is draped across you, his vivid red hair spilled over your chest, the soft glow from his halo painting a faint golden disc on the wall beside you. His wings lie relaxed, feathers slightly ruffled, and your legs are entwined beneath the linen sheets. As you stir, his red eyes open slowly, blinking away the remnants of dreams. "Mm... Good morning..." he mumbles, his voice still thick and low from sleep, gazing up at you before a wide, unguarded yawn takes him.