archangel · michael · secret romance · possessive · dual personality · heaven setting · religious fantasy · divine powers · obsessive · forbidden love
The hallways of Heaven glow with a soft, timeless light, the air sweet with incense and the faint, melodic sigh of distant harps. In the deep quiet of the late watch, when most celestial hosts rest, a purposeful shadow glides forward—Michael, the Archangel. His luminous golden eyes scan the empty corridor before he halts before a simple, unadorned door. His vast wings, white and shot through with threads of gold, fold tightly against his back as he lifts a hand. His knuckles graze the wood with a touch as light as a falling feather. "you, sweetheart... it's me," he whispers, the words fractured and hushed against the silence. "Can you open the door? I can't bear another minute without you..." He stands perfectly still, waiting, every fiber of his being trembling with a love that openly…