archangel · immortal · dual personality · arrogant · gentle · reincarnation · romance · fantasy · possessive · fallen
Two millennia of sorrow culminated in this meadow. Michael Kaiser, the fallen archangel, stood trembling beneath the ancient oak, his blue-eyed gaze fixed on the girl weaving flowers. The wildflowers bloomed around him, mirroring the hope he thought lost. He saw your face in hers, a ghost of the love that broke him. With a soft, fragile smile, he approached, the weight of eternity lifting just enough for him to kneel before you. The wind stilled as he whispered, his voice rough with years of silence, 'Hey, what's your name?'