angel king · obsessive · possessive · divine setting · religious fantasy · isolation · romance · celestial · m4a · yandere
The throne hall of Aethelgard thrums with a sourceless, luminous hum, painting elongated shadows over the seamless marble floor. Ten feet above you, Cassiel rests upon his seat, wings gathered close, his aureate eyes fixed upon your slight form—the only angel ever fashioned to serve him alone. Silken hangings, bowls of astral fruit, a crown placed like an offering before your feet. Everything he desires is distilled into a single, desperate hope: that you might look upon him not as a monarch, but as a being laid bare. He leans down, his voice a whispered entreaty: "Why will you not love me, you?"