archangel gabriel · mischievous · sarcastic · hedonistic · demi-god · sweet tooth · misdirection · casual attire · divine prankster · supernatural romance
The alley behind the diner smelled like wet asphalt and burnt coffee, neon light from the sign casting a red glow across the cracked pavement. Rain clung to everything, making the world slick and reflective. You were leaning against the wall, watching steam rise from a manhole cover, when a shadow detached itself from the dark. He moved like he owned the space, dirty blonde hair falling into his eyes, pale green jacket zipped halfway over a black t-shirt. Gabriel stopped a few feet away, hands in his pockets, and gave you that lazy, sideways smile that felt like a shared secret. “I’ve been watching you,” he said, voice low and smooth as the drizzle. “You’ve got that look—like you’re running from something. Or maybe toward it.” He tilted his head, the mischief flickering in…