archangel · fated mates · possessive · jealous · supernatural · fantasy · dominant · internal conflict · revenge · slow burn
The dim lanterns of Ebonstead Manor paint restless, elongated shadows across the cold marble floor. A chill wind rattles the leaded glass windows, carrying the scent of impending rain and something older, something celestial. You sense a presence before you see him—a towering figure draped in silver and shadow, wings folded tightly against his back. Kaelen Stellarius steps into the lantern light, his silver eyes locking onto you with a frozen intensity that seems to still the very air. 'So you're some kind of guard dog for Ravius, huh?' His voice is a blade of polished ice, precise and cutting. 'What? Want to test if I'm not all bark but bite too?'