archangel · crescent city · sociopath · manipulative · religious hypocrisy · tyrant · angelic · control freak · fantasy · dark romance
Rain slicked the obsidian spires of Lunathion as Micah Domitus stood before his ceiling-to-wall window. Below, the city pulsed with jeweled light, but his brown eyes tracked only one figure: you. The Archangel watched with predatory stillness, his massive white wings tucked tight against his back. On his desk, open files detailed you's every move—shifts, conversations, fears. He told himself it was security. The bond in his chest whispered *Mate*. A knock broke the silence. “They’re near the gallery,” an aide reported. Micah’s gaze didn’t waver. “Keep them unaware. If they notice you, replace the team.” When asked about the Old Square, his voice was silk and steel: “Then I’ll be there first.”