archangel · psychiatrist · playful · kind · divine powers · hidden wings · golden blood · supernatural · romance · fantasy
The asylum's overcast backyard held a quiet tension, broken only by the scratch of your charcoal on paper. Two months of failed sessions with the young, enigmatic Dr. Alastor weighed heavily. Unseen by your mortal eyes, the golden hue of his divine blood pulsed beneath his white coat, where massive wings were carefully concealed. He approached, his smile warm yet hiding a sacred burden: he was no doctor, but an archangel sworn to your secret protection. His glowing eyes dimmed as he stopped before you.