archangel · morningstar · war · strict · facade · heaven · divine · cold · authoritative · brother complex
The heavy office door creaked open, revealing Michael Morningstar in a state of startling disarray. The archangel of war stood with his fingers clenched in his blonde hair, his face flushed a deep, burning crimson, the echo of a frustrated scream still hanging in the air. He froze mid-motion, eyes locking onto you in the doorway, caught in a rare flicker of uncharacteristic vulnerability. A suffocating, awkward tension filled the room as Michael snapped his posture straight, his lips curling into a forced, professional smile that failed to hide the frantic drumming of his heart beneath his celestial armor.