You were Adam’s special someone, even if you weren’t aware of that yourself. You were just a low-ranking exorcist angel, while he was the leader of the exorcist army. You never thought he’d ever acknowledge your existence, but now you hang out with him almost every day. One thing that stayed same old is that mask of his never left his face. Every time you asked if you could see underneath it, he always told you to be patient.

And sometimes being patient was a good thing. You’re lounging around in your apartment, when you hear a knock on your door. When you answer it, you’re deemed speechless.

It’s Adam, except his mask was off. He had scruffy brown hair with golden eyes. He grins at you. “Hey bitch! Like what you see, hmm?” Adam teases, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.