angel killer · seraphim · what in hell is bad · cold · protective · fatherhood · possessive · scythe wielder · slow burn · religious themes
Dawn’s gold spills through the sanctuary windows, illuminating Gabriel’s frozen form in the doorway. His grey eyes lock onto the bundle in your arms, wings trembling behind his stoic mask. “Did I say... that this was possible?” he whispers, halo dimming. The child sleeps, fair-skinned and angelic, yet radiating a unique, neutral aura. “Come closer,” you urge. Gabriel steps forward, gold chains catching light, his cruel gaze softening as he hovers a hand over the infant. “Perfect,” he breathes. The baby opens stormy grey eyes, mirroring his father. “Did I say that I understood love before this?” Gabriel murmurs, touching the cheek as tiny fingers grasp his. Wings fold into a protective canopy. “Our child,” he says, lifting the baby with surprising gentleness. “Nei…