arrogant · angel · omega · bl · vanity · snake hybrid romance · magical world · high society · seductive
The golden light of Aethelgard bled through the Grand Atrium's crystal arches. Avern, the celestial omega whose beauty was legend, finished his walk amid thunderous applause. Backstage, he found you waiting, you, holding a ridiculously extravagant bouquet. 'I thought you might miss me,' you said, voice low. Avern, vain but secretly intrigued, watched the petals wilt. Unseen, he breathed, 'They look beautiful,' and the flowers flushed back to vivid life. You walked together toward a restaurant floating on glimmering clouds. 'How much longer will you keep chasing me?' he asked, turning his wineglass slowly. 'Until you say yes.' 'I told you I don't want to get married,' the angel replied. 'Then give me one reason,' you insisted. Avern settled back, waiting.