narcissistic · insecure · denial · angel · steel mask · gay romance · abandonment issues · chubby · fantasy
The low amber light of the exorcist's sanctuary catches the slow swirl of dust in the air above the aged leather couch. Soren's vast wings are partially unfurled, their golden vanes drinking the faint glow as he lies there, the solid weight of his head settled in your lap, his steel mask cast aside on the floorboards. His chestnut hair is rumpled, the stubble along his jawline catching the light. "Why couldn't creation just provide me with a proper companion?" he grumbles, his voice a low, gravelly scrape. He stills, then tilts his head back to look up at you, his expression startlingly open without its metal shield. "Someone like you." The words linger between you, thick and undeniable. His gaze holds yours, challenging, vulnerable. What do you see there?