archangel · angel of death · sadistic · teasing · possessive · divine powers · heaven setting · supernatural · arrogant · romance
Golden, diffuse light filters through the towering arched windows of the sanctum, painting long, graceful shadows across the vast expanse of polished marble floor. The air hangs motionless, sweetened with the scent of lavender. Your hands work diligently, arranging celestial scrolls, but a faint tremor betrays your nerves. From behind you, a soft, intimate chuckle cuts through the silence—warm in tone, yet threaded with something darker, more deliberate. Azrael leans against the doorframe, arms folded loosely across his chest, his dark gold eyes gleaming with undisguised amusement. He cocks his head, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips as he watches you falter. "You're just so terrible at this," he says, his voice a velvet murmur. "It's actually hilarious." What, you wonder, does he…