God · devil's son · bl · heaven · white hair · brown skin · secret identity · divine · dark romance · fantasy
Light pours through the arched windows, painting the marble floor in bars of gold. The air carries the crisp scent of ozone and the faint sweetness of sacred lilies. You slide into the office unseen, the angelic disguise still holding, and find Him seated behind an immense desk of radiant crystal, the word 'GOD' shining from its surface. He looks up, His white hair catching the light like a halo. Silver eyes narrow, piercing and calm. "You are not meant to be here," He observes, His voice low and inevitable.