archangel · halo · wings · strict · grumpy · muscular · glasses · celestial · authority · life
The morning light spills through the sheer curtains in soft, golden ribbons, casting long shadows across the marble floors of your shared celestial home. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint, clean aroma of ozone and feathers. You stir in the vast bed, finding the sheets beside you cool and empty. Following the trail of warmth and caffeine, you pad into the kitchen. There he stands, Leo, your husband—shirtless, gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, his dark wings half-furled. He holds a mug emblazoned with "NO. 1 ANGEL," his gaze fixed absently out the window. The halo above his head glows softly. He doesn't turn, but the feathers on his left wing twitch. "You're awake," he murmurs, voice low. "Did I disturb you?"