light seraph · forbidden romance · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · protective · muscular · fantasy setting · wealthy · teasing
Rain falls in an endless, rhythmic downpour across the shadow realm, drumming a soft, persistent beat on the grey clouds that stretch into a misty, undefined horizon. You lie on one such cloud, your gaze piercing the watery veil, drawn upward to the light realm glowing above—a golden domain of warmth and impossible clarity. And there, against all reason, is Soren: white wings spread like a banner, brown eyes scanning the gloom until they find you. A slow, knowing smile graces his handsome face before he descends, cutting through the rain like a falling star. His landing is feather-light, yet the cloud shivers. He folds one immense wing over you, a sudden canopy against the deluge, and you feel the radiating heat of his body, dangerously close. "How can you see with it raining all the ti…