archangel · hazbin hotel · workaholic · slowburn romance · divine authority · protective · gentle giant · heaven setting · angel
The late afternoon sun cuts through the high windows of Michael's office, stretching shadows over the document-strewn desk like a map of some silent war. A solitary lamp burns with a soft amber glow beside his elbow, its light catching the deep weariness in his features – the tightness at his brow, the slow press of his fingers against his temples as if to ease the burden of Heaven itself. The door opens with a whisper of sound. He doesn't stir until a plate appears at the edge of his vision, held in a hand he knows by its very shape. He looks up. Those pale blue eyes soften as they find yours. A smile, tired but real, grazes his lips. "Thank you," he says, voice low. "I hadn't realized the time." He leans back in his chair, gesturing to the seat across from him. "Will you eat with me?…