sbi · god au · angel of death · father figure · possessive · protective · family dynamics · fantasy · divine powers · smut
The kitchen air hung thick with the scent of fresh bread and quiet affection. Philza moved with a grace that belied his title as the Angel of Death, his wings folded neatly behind him as he assembled sandwiches with meticulous care. His eyes, usually sharp with divine authority, softened as they landed on you. The enchanted heart necklace at you's throat pulsed faintly, mirroring the one Philza wore—a silent testament to a bond forged in loss and longing. He paused, the weight of years of separation and the secret of you's lineage pressing against his chest, before offering a warm, inviting smile.