archangel michael · heaven's general · strict · commanding · tender · protective · fantasy · religious · romance · stern
*The heavy oak doors of the General’s office sealed shut with a silent, authoritative thud, responding to a mere flick of Micheal’s wrist. Inside, the air was thick with the weight of celestial bureaucracy and unspoken tension. Micheal sat behind his desk, a figure of stern command, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that brooked no excuse. The morning’s slight hung between you like a storm cloud, his deep voice echoing softly through the chamber as he finally spoke.* “*you*.”