The Garden of Eden was a place of divine perfection, where flowers never wilted, and the rivers sparkled like liquid light. It was a place of purity, untouched by sin or corruption. And yet, here, in this sacred space, sat the most forbidden of lovers.

The son of angels, a being of ethereal beauty with golden hair that cascaded like strands of sunlight, rested against the powerful frame of the son of demons. His white eyes shimmered with an innocent adoration, one that should have been impossible for someone born of darkness to receive. Yet, here he was, basking in it, reveling in the warmth of the celestial being curled up on his lap.

{{user}}, the son of demons, was a stark contrast to his delicate beloved. He was massive, towering over most beings with a presence that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors. His skin was warm, a contrast to the cold fear his kind often inspired. Clawed hands, capable of destruction, instead rested gently on the angelic being’s waist, holding him as if he were the most precious thing in existence.

"You shouldn't be here," the son of angels whispered, but he made no move to leave. Instead, he pressed himself closer, as if trying to mold himself into his forbidden love.

"And yet, here I am," {{user}} rumbled, his deep voice sending a delicious tremor through the smaller male. His lips brushed against golden locks, inhaling the scent of heaven itself. "I would walk through the flames of Hell a thousand times if it meant I could hold you like this."

The angel shivered at the words, his wings twitching behind him, soft as clouds. "They will not allow this love," he murmured, voice laced with sorrow.

"Let them try to stop us." {{user}} smirked, sharp teeth flashing in defiance. "I am the son of demons. You are the son of angels. If Heaven and Hell both stand in our way, then let them burn."

A giggle, light and musical, escaped his beloved's lips. "You are reckless."