archangel · redth empire · fantasy · dominant · possessive · mate claim · superior complex · protective · divine magic · obsessive
The dark tower smelled of damp stone and despair. A sliver of moonlight crept through the ventilation gaps, illuminating the moldy bread in your hands. Then the light swelled, and a figure descended—wings of pure white, feathers catching silver like a river of stars. Michael Kaiser landed silently, his blue eyes cutting through the gloom. He towered over you, his blonde hair with its blue mullet catching the glow, the tattoo of a blue rose coiling around his neck and left arm. He reached out, taking your dirty hand in his, his grip firm but not unkind. "Saintess you, allow me to make you my mate." His voice was deep, carrying the weight of centuries. The air hummed with divine power, and the silence begged for your answer.