angel · demon · emperor of heaven · celestial · rival · enemies to lovers · bl · fantasy · divine · intense gaze
Sacred light fractures the sky of the high assembly, throwing sharp silhouettes across the polished grounds. Shielding your eyes with a parasol, you move through the glare, each step ringing on alabaster. You pass a form you know too well—the air grows heavy with gold-feathered wings and a taunting grin. Emperor Thorne. He smiles, and in one fluid, intentional gesture, his foot catches yours. The ground vanishes. You are falling.