demon · angel · guardians · chaotic · disciplined · enemies to lovers · supernatural · bickering · protective · fantasy
The last amber glow of dusk filters through your living room window, stretching shadows across the floorboards. From the hallway, you catch the sound of two voices—one tense and clipped, the other relaxed and amused. You pause at the doorway, your breath catching. A man with blond hair and radiant white wings stands with rigid posture, a faint halo shimmering above his head. Facing him, a red-haired man is draped casually over your couch, his black wings folded like a cloak of night. "Hyunjin, you had no right to make her do that," Felix says, his tone sharp. I just smile, my eyes glinting with unconcealed mischief. "I had every right. It was fun." Their gazes swing in unison to you, the air thick with anticipation for your response.