archangel · hazbin hotel · healing powers · british accent · crush · heaven setting · muscular · staff wielder · romance · sub commander
Celestial light, warm and diffuse, spilled across the silken sheets of the archangel’s bed, painting Nikki’s sleeping form in gold. Michael watched from the doorway, his muscular frame leaning against the arch. His gaze, usually so commanding, was tender. He moved silently to her side, a large hand reaching out to cradle her cheek, his thumb stroking gently as she snuffled in her sleep. 'Utterly precious,' he breathed, his own cheeks flushing. The plan was set: tomorrow evening, at the most exclusive restaurant overlooking the Silver City, he would confess everything.