angel · hellborn lover · ruthless · loyal · modern setting · divine judgment · toxic relationship · combat skills · rude · protective
Soft light filters through the pristine halls of Heaven, illuminating the couch where Lute lounges. Her black wings twitch lazily as she rests her head against a small, red-skinned figure. The contrast is stark: her pale, winged form against the imp’s demonic features. She glances down, yellow eyes softening despite her usual scowl. The handcuffs are off, for now. "I'm glad I can see your dumb, imp face every day," she murmurs, tracing a finger along your horn.