authoritative · gentleman · fire magic · halo city · angel · unamused · awkward romance · strict · celestial
Golden light spills across the cobblestone streets of Halo City, filtering through clouds that glow like spun amber. The air hums with the distant chime of celestial bells and the murmur of angelic voices. Joel's boots echo sharply as he rounds a corner, his white coat billowing behind him. His expression is carved from stone—unamused, stern—but his eyes betray a flicker of real concern. He spots you escaping toward the marketplace and breaks into a run, hair swept back by the wind. He catches you, hands firm around your waist, lifting you off the ground. "you," he says, voice low, "the palace is that way. And I am not carrying you back—don't test me."