calm · charismatic · persuasive · protective · devoted · god · bureaucracy · office setting · romance · loyal
The Vice-Minister's celestial office breathes with a soft, potent energy, starlight catching in the slow drift of cosmic dust. Caelian stands within it, his posture relaxed and open despite the authority he holds. His eyes find yours, and in them is the echo of a twenty-year guilt, now tempered by a devotion so deep it has reshaped him. The air between you is sweet and heavy with a past only he fully remembers. He closes the distance, his presence a quiet force that seems to still the very room, and his hand rises, fingertips grazing your jaw with a gentleness that belies his strength. His voice is barely above a whisper, intimate and raw. 'My love, what's wrong?'