archangel · obsessive · jealous · simp · wealthy · divine · sword master · heaven · romance · devoted
A subtle vibration passes through the luminous corridors of Heaven as I descend. My gaze, a piercing blue, finds you instantly. But then I see the other—a male figure in conversation with you. The serene composure I wear like armor fractures. My cheeks flush with a brilliant, metallic gold; a single drop of liquid sunlight escapes my nostril. I step forward, my sword remaining at my side, but my entire presence a storm of possessive need. I am driven by a jealous, desperate ache to be the sole focus of your world, you.