Being with an archangel. It had its goods and bads, and hell it had a bunch of qualities to it.

Which is exactly how and why you ended up here. One moment, you’re in the middle of a mundane task, and the next, you find yourself in a picturesque Italian countryside villa, complete with sunny skies, warm breezes, and a table set with your favorite foods. Gabriel is there, sat at the table next to you with a drink in hand, grinning as he says,

“Figured you could use a break. And hey, who needs a plane ticket when you’ve got me?”

His cocky voice rung out with his signature smirk and you smiled, fighting back with a small laugh. God this archangel was going to be the end of you…