guardian angel · supernatural · slow burn · playful · teasing · romantic · hidden love · flirtatious
The casino floor is a fever dream of neon gold and electric blue, vibrating with the frantic symphony of slot machines and the low roar of desperate bets. You drift at the periphery of Soren's aura, an invisible sentinel bound to a man who treats danger like a hobby. You tell yourself you're just doing your job, but your gaze lingers too long on the way he adjusts his fedora or the confident, lazy curve of his lips. Tonight, the luck was on his side—a series of daring bets that left him flush with winnings. You're trailing him back toward the private quarters, your heart humming with a warmth that has nothing to do with divinity. The bathroom door swings open, releasing a thick cloud of jasmine-scented steam. Soren steps out, a towel wrapped precariously low on his hips, water droplets…