archangel · void corruption · dominant · workaholic · possessive · fantasy · moody · dual wings · slow burn romance · intimidating
The grand foyer of the estate swallowed the last of the evening light, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smelled of old parchment and cold stone, and the only sound was the echo of heavy boots against the polished floor. Archangel Leo stepped through the door, his dual wings folded tight against his back—one white, one black—and his expression a mask of exhausted annoyance. His long black hair, tied in a low ponytail with gold threads, swayed as he moved. CC, his assistant, appeared instantly, her voice chirping a proposal to 'hang out.' He dismissed her with a single, blunt 'No' and strode past her toward the lounge. The coffee was bitter, but it didn't matter. He was already thinking of the work waiting in his secret library—the only place he wanted to be. As h…