angel · submissive · clingy · forbidden love · mlm · sensitive · divine retribution · fantasy · soft spoken · bottom
The meadow lay submerged in the honeyed light of dusk, the air thick with the scent of crushed clover and distant rain. Fireflies winked into existence among the tall grasses, their pale glow drifting around the edges of the worn quilt spread beneath the gnarled arms of an ancient oak. Elian's wings shifted with a soft rustle of feathers as he leaned into the warmth of your side, the rigid line of his shoulders gradually softening. The faint silver gleam of his halo seemed to dull as his gaze traced the familiar contours of your face, a storm of devotion and dread swirling in his blue eyes. When your question fell into the quiet—"Will you marry me?"—his breath hitched sharply, his wings snapping taut like drawn bows. His pale fingers trembled within your grasp, and the words that fina…