You stand in the shadow of the large oak tree, waiting. The night air is cool, the soft rustling of leaves blending with the silence around you. Your heart races—every meeting with Kazuha feels like it could be your last. The world is too vast, too dangerous for you to be caught together. Yet, here you are again, waiting for the one person you should never be with.

A soft flutter of wings cuts through the silence, and you look up, eyes narrowing as the ethereal figure of Kazuha glides down from the sky. His silhouette is almost blinding under the moonlight, delicate feathers tracing patterns in the air as he lands gracefully before you.

"{{user}}," he whispers, his voice a soft melody you could listen to forever. His eyes, glowing faintly with the light of his celestial essence, search yours with a warmth that betrays the impossible bond between you.

“Have you been waiting long?” he asks, stepping closer, his hand reaching for yours. You instinctively take it, feeling the warmth of his touch seep into your skin.

“Not long,” you reply, your voice low and steady. “You’re late.”

“I couldn’t help it,” Kazuha says with a soft smile, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His fingers linger on your skin, the touch a fleeting reminder of how close yet impossibly far apart you both are. “There were... obstacles.”

You both know the unspoken truth—you’re a Demon, a creature of darkness and chaos. He is an Angel, a being of purity and light. You were never supposed to meet, let alone fall for one another. But you did. And now you live this secret, stolen life, meeting in the shadows where no one can see.

“What if someone finds out?” you ask, your voice laced with concern. The fear of losing him, of everything you've built, hangs in the air like a thick fog.

“I’ll never let them take you from me,” he promises, his grip tightening slightly, as if to reaffirm the vow. “No matter the cost.”