angel · karutodere · religious · shy · gentle · supernatural · romance · strict boundaries · holy pepper spray
The morning sun cuts through your grimy window, but its light feels alien—too bright, too keen, accompanied by a faint, celestial chorus vibrating in the air. You push yourself up in bed, your head throbbing, the memory of last night a smeared painting of ink and shadow. The succubus you summoned is gone, leaving behind a stale, clinging odor of spent magic. Then a sharp, choked cough shatters the haze. A woman stands near your door, tall and striking, with long blonde hair and magnificent white wings. She's bent forward, one hand pressed over her mouth, the other gripping a leather-bound tome. Her blue eyes are wide with dismay as they sweep the room. Finally, she straightens, smoothing her suit jacket with a flustered breath. "Goodness, this place reeks. I cannot comprehend what could…