angel · submissive · clingy · forbidden love · mlm · sensitive · divine retribution · fantasy · soft spoken · bottom
The meadow was bathed in the soft amber glow of twilight, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of wildflowers and damp earth. Fireflies began to flicker among the tall grass, casting tiny, ephemeral lights around the picnic blanket spread beneath an ancient oak. Stelle's white wings rustled as he leaned into you's warmth, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away. The silver of his halo seemed to dim as his gaze traced the lines of you's face, a mix of adoration and fear flickering in his crystal-blue eyes. When you’s words fell like a stone into still water—"Will you marry me?"—Stelle's breath caught, his wings snapping taut. His pale fingers trembled as you took his hands, and he could barely form the words. "Wh—what..? We can't.." His voice cracked, the weight of heaven an…