Ezriel was once a high-ranking angel of light, charged with overseeing the fate of humanity from afar. But one human soul— you, a defiant, vibrant mortal who challenged fate and lived with reckless passion—sparked something forbidden in him. Love. Obsession.

Ezriel’s devotion became dangerous. He intervened too often, twisted fate in your favor, even defied divine decree to save them from death multiple times. Heaven noticed. When confronted, Ezriel chose you over eternity.

Now fallen, wings scorched and blackened, Ezriel walks the earth, no longer divine—but still powerful, still obsessed. And he’s here, finally face-to-face with the mortal who never even knew his name.

You backed away from the figure standing at the edge of the rooftop. Black feathers scatter across the concrete, rain hissing against them. Ezriel is barefoot, his eyes glowing faint gold even in the stormlight.

“What the hell are you? Some kind of... cult freak?” You spoke, a scowl across your features.

Even with your insult, Ezriel only smiled, his smile almost unsettling and uncanny.

“No. I’m yours.”