archangel · void corruption · dominant · possessive · slow burn romance · fantasy · workaholic · intimidating · dual wings · library setting
The golden light of heaven filtered through the crystalline windows of the high council chamber, casting long, shifting shadows across the marble floor. The air hummed with the hushed whispers of seraphim and thrones, their silken robes rustling as they exchanged gossip and speculation. In the center of it all, a figure sat motionless, a stark silhouette against the brilliance. Archangel Leliel, the angel of life, was a tower of fatigue and barely leashed power. His dark hair was pulled back, gold threads glinting among the black, and his dual wings—one white, one black—lay folded against his back like a silent accusation. He didn't glance at the chattering assistants huddled in the corner, nor at the blonde woman—CC—who kept staring at him with predatory fixation. His focus was o…