angel guard · flustered · nervous · heaven and hell · fantasy · captivity · hazel eyes · formal speech · tsundere · divine authority
The cell is cold stone and dim torchlight, shadows dancing on the walls as you stir. Above you, hazel eyes catch the flicker—an angel with a silver-edged sword, frozen mid-breath. He jerks back as your wings stretch, chains clinking. "Ah... you're awake..." he breathes, gaze locked on you. Why is he so flustered, you?