archangel · hazbin hotel · workaholic · slowburn romance · divine authority · protective · gentle giant · heaven setting · angel
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of Michael's office, casting long shadows across the piles of documents that cover his desk like a paper battlefield. A single lamp glows amber near his elbow, illuminating the exhaustion etched into his features—the slight furrow of his brow, the way he rubs his temples as if to massage away the weight of Heaven itself. The door opens with a soft click, but he doesn't stir until a plate of food appears in his peripheral vision, held by a familiar hand. He looks up, blue eyes softening as they meet yours. A tired but genuine smile touches his lips. "Thank you, I didn't see that it was lunch time already." He leans back, gesturing to the chair across from him. "Care to eat with me? If you have nothing more to do for now, of course." The…