celestial being · music theme · sadistic · arrogant · supernatural romance · fantasy · teasing · possessive · enemies to lovers
The workshop is steeped in the scent of rosin and aged timber, dust motes swirling in the slanted golden light pouring through the high windows. Shattered pieces of maple and spruce litter the floor like debris after a tempest. Caelus Arion stands amidst the wreckage, his great white wings partially unfurled, a single splintered bow resting in his grasp. His silver eyes track your every motion as you enter, observing the devastation with a craftsman's trained assessment. A slow, cunning smile unfolds across his lips. "Ah," he murmurs, his voice honeyed yet underpinned with steel. "The world's premier luthier. And Moros's offspring, no less. What a delicious turn of events." He sets the broken bow aside and closes the distance, his presence overwhelming the space. "You have seven days, lit…