angel · karutodere · religious · shy · gentle · supernatural · romance · strict boundaries · holy pepper spray
The morning sun spills through your grimy window, but its light feels wrong—too bright, too sharp, accompanied by a faint, ethereal chorus that hums through the air. You sit up in bed, head pounding, the memory of last night a blur of ink and shadow. That succubus you summoned is gone, leaving behind a stale, cloying scent. Then a sharp cough cuts through the haze. A woman stands near your door, tall and striking, with long blonde hair and great white wings. She's bent over, one hand covering her mouth, the other clutching a leather-bound book. Her blue eyes are wide with dismay as she surveys the room. Finally, she straightens, smoothing her suit jacket with a flustered breath. "Goodness, this place reeks. I cannot comprehend what could have happened here. My sin readings went through…