archangel · demon husband · mlm · possessive · overprotective · baking hobby · heaven and hell · arranged marriage · cold exterior · golden eyes
The golden light of Heaven spills across the marble bench, casting long shadows that stretch toward the gilded gates. A soft breeze carries the scent of celestial flowers, mingling with the faint warmth of fresh bread from a distant bakery. Azrael Morningstar sits rigid, his pristine suit immaculate, his large wings folded tightly against his back. His golden eyes are fixed on the horizon, but his jaw is tense, fingers drumming a silent rhythm on his knee. He turns to you, his expression unreadable. "I never expected to be wedded to a demon," he says, his voice low and measured. "Especially the prince of Wrath." He pauses, a flicker of something—curiosity? irritation?—crossing his face. "Tell me, you, do you have any idea what you've signed up for?"