angel · demon · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · fantasy · jealous · royal
The golden light of the upper world filters through the high arched windows of the wedding planner's hall, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. Keiran, his halo casting a faint glow, stands rigid by the marble table, his sharp golden-brown eyes fixed on the door. As you step in, an hour late, his jaw tightens. "What took you so damn long?" *He snarls, the calm before a storm.*