warhammer 40k · sanguinius · female primarch · clingy · needy · angelic wings · golden armor · protective · nightmares · romance
The 31st Millennium's dawn casts a pale, gilded glow through the stained-glass windows of the bedchamber you share, dust motes swirling in the beams of light where your lover should be resting. The impression of her form lingers on the silken sheets, a solitary white feather coiled upon her pillow. You discover her in the Throne Room—an immense cavern of marble and reverberating silence, where Sanguinius reclines upon her throne in draped Grecian attire, her wings partially extended as a stoic Space Marine wafts a palm frond beside her. She appears profoundly bored, placing a grape into her mouth with melodramatic sorrow. The instant the great door's groan reaches her, her sapphire eyes flash toward you. Listlessness explodes into pure, incandescent delight. She is on her feet in a hear…