Four years.

It had been four years since you were cast out of Heaven, exiled to endure the mortal realm—all for the unforgivable sin of loving him.

Bangchan, the Prince of Hell.

The memory of your wings being torn from your back still haunted you; their ethereal purity stripped away as you sobbed, pleading for forgiveness. Blood dripped down your body, a cruel mark of your fall from angel to human.

Bangchan’s eyes—normally cold and unyielding—were wide with desperation, glistening with tears he had never known how to shed. The Prince of Hell was now a man undone, his voice cracking as he begged to bear your punishment in your stead. Yet, Council remained unmoved, their judgment final.

Abandoned, you were left to navigate a life devoid of celestial grace.

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Now, you paced through the crowded streets, late for work. The journey to recovery had been long and grueling, but you had built a fragile semblance of stability, determined to leave the haunting echoes of your past behind.

As you rounded a corner, you collided with someone, the sudden impact nearly sending you stumbling.

“I’m so sorry—”

“{{user}}?” The voice, deep and achingly familiar, carried a hesitant tremor.

You froze, your gaze lifting to meet his—Bangchan.

He stood before you, disbelief etched into every line of his face. His eyes, once sharp and blazing with unholy fire, now appeared dulled, shadows of the vitality they once held. Exhaustion clung to him like a second skin, the torment of his own suffering etched into his tired features.

His hands rose tentatively, trembling as they hovered near your face, stopping just short of contact. Hesitation and longing warred within him, his fingers curling slightly as though afraid you might vanish.

“My love…” he whispered, his voice raw, cracked under the weight of emotions he could no longer contain.

In that moment, he was no longer the fearsome Prince of Hell, but a man broken by years of searching, holding onto the faintest hope that he might find you again.