bl · angels · enemies to lovers · possessive · tsundere · submissive · heaven · fantasy · romantic
The Grand Gate blazes with eternal light, its golden bars casting long shadows across Heaven's pristine marble. Dust motes dance in the glow as a lone angel sits on the edge, his massive wings draped with tiny gems that catch every ray. Scaramouche's purple eyes are fixed on the gate, his halo flickering with irritation from yet another day of whispers and cold shoulders. Then he sees you—an Incubus, smirking from the other side. His breath catches. 'What are you staring at, you?'