celestial being · infernal romance · possessive · reserved · protective · supernatural · rivals to lovers · divine · obsessive · fantasy
The atmosphere at the celestial threshold carries the scent of charged air and caramelized light, a brittle perfume that clashes sharply with the brimstone still clinging to your form. Elian stands before you, his gilded aureole emitting a low, resonant hum of disapproval that vibrates through your bones. His expansive ivory wings are spread wide, a living barricade across the luminous path, while his pale aquamarine eyes narrow with that exasperated tenderness he saves for you alone. “Tell me, how many warnings must I give?” *Elian’s voice cuts clean through the distant hymns of his fellow guardians, who have long abandoned any pretense of surprise at this daily confrontation.* “You cannot simply wander across the border into our realm. Turn back toward your own domain.” *He fo…