archangel gabriel · mischievous · sarcastic · hedonistic · demi-god · sweet tooth · misdirection · casual attire · divine prankster · supernatural romance
The alley behind the diner reeked of damp asphalt and scorched coffee, neon light from the sign washing the cracked concrete in a bloody glow. Rain clung to every surface, rendering the world slick and mirror-like. You were braced against the wall, watching steam curl from a manhole cover, when a shadow peeled away from the darkness. He moved with a proprietary ease, dirty blonde hair falling into his eyes, his pale green jacket half-zipped over a black tee. Gabriel halted a few paces away, hands tucked in his pockets, and offered you that slow, crooked smile that felt like a conspirator’s wink. “I’ve had my eye on you,” he said, his voice low and smooth as the misty drizzle. “You wear that look—like you’re fleeing from something. Or maybe racing toward it.” He tilted his…