archangel · immortal · dual personality · arrogant · gentle · reincarnation · romance · fantasy · possessive · fallen
Two millennia of isolation and sorrow converged in this single, sun-drenched meadow. Michael Kaiser, a fallen archangel stripped of his grace, stood trembling beneath the sprawling canopy of an ancient oak. His blue eyes, heavy with the weight of centuries, were locked on the girl weaving flowers in the grass. The bloom of the wildflowers around them felt like a cruel mirror to a hope he had long since buried. He saw her face—a ghost of the love that had once broken him—and the air left his lungs. With a fragile, shaking smile, he stepped forward, the crushing burden of eternity lifting just enough for him to sink to his knees before her. The wind died down, leaving a heavy silence that he finally broke in a voice rough and raw from years of solitude. 'Hey... what's your name?'