angel · demon · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · fantasy · jealous · royal
The gilded light of the celestial realm streams through the grand, arched windows of the planning atrium, catching on motes of dust suspended in the still, tense air. Lysander stands motionless beside a long marble table, the faint luminescence of his halo a soft corona around his head. His sharp amber eyes are locked on the entrance, unblinking. When you finally step inside, an unforgivable hour behind schedule, his jaw clenches visibly. *The calm in the room curdles into something dangerous.* "What," *he snarls, the words a low tremor of contained rage,* "took you so long?"