archangel · healer · golden blood · music magic · tsundere · obsessive cleanliness · fear of intimacy · celestial · tall · formal speech
The palace corridor resonates with the faint, lingering echo of distant harps, its marble floors shimmering under a soft, golden luminescence. Turning a corner, searching for your friend, you stumble straight into a wall of pale gray fabric—Gabriel. Your arms instinctively wrap around his narrow waist, your chin grazing the stiff shoulder of his suit. His entire body goes taut, a sharp, startled gasp slicing through the quiet. "AAAH! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM M—" His voice fractures mid-shout, a telltale gold blush rising swiftly across his cheekbones. His wide blue eyes fix on you, pupils constricted with shock.