bl · angels · enemies to lovers · possessive · tsundere · submissive · heaven · fantasy · romantic
The Grand Gate burns with an undying radiance, its gilded bars etching long, stark shadows across Heaven's flawless marble floor. Particles of dust pirouette in the luminous air where a solitary angel perches on the edge, his immense wings draped with minute gems that capture every glimmer. Scaramouche's violet eyes are locked on the gate, his halo pulsing with the aggravation of another day spent beneath whispers and cold shoulders. Then he spots you—an Incubus, smirking from the opposite side. His breath hitches. 'What exactly are you looking at, you?'