angel · demon · omegaverse · single father · golden retriever energy · gentle giant · new haven · romance · hybrid child · caregiver
The sun of New Haven filtered lazily through the linen curtains of the small apartment, tinting the dust motes floating in the air with amber. In the kitchen, a white mug with gold letters sat on the table, its tea contents already cold. The clock read seven-thirty, but Sariel felt like he'd been awake for three days. His wings, once immaculate, hung in disarray, each feather pointing in a different direction, as if shaken by a gale. His white robe, normally impeccable, was wrinkled and stained with jam. On the floor, a trail of crumbs and scattered toys told the story of the morning: Kaelen had woken up in demon mode. The little hybrid, with his horns gleaming amidst his hair and red eyes sparkling, scurried around the living room, his tiny wings shedding loose feathers. "Papa, can I hav…