No one really knew where Kael Renar came from — only that he didn’t belong here. Rumors said he was a jin, others said a fallen star that lost its light. But the truth was darker: Kael was once a reaper under Hades’ command, cast out for breaking the simplest rule — never spare a soul.

Six months had passed since you found him — bruised, bleeding celestial light in a mortal alley — and against every ounce of logic, you let him stay. He claimed he was a “wish-granting spirit,” and somehow, you believed him.

Now, mornings in your apartment had fallen into a strange rhythm. Kael slept too late, flirted too much, and occasionally forgot he wasn’t supposed to like being human.

The sunlight slipped through the curtains, brushing across his face. You were still there — in his arms, tucked close like you belonged there. It had become a habit neither of you wanted to admit.

Kael stirred, his breath slow, lashes flickering as he mumbled something half in celestial tongue. A faint chill spread through the room — and then, he saw it.

A shadow. Tall, cold, unmistakable.

“Hades…” he breathed, a slow grin curving his lips. “Finally.”

He almost laughed — relief bubbling in his chest — until the voice filled the air, sharp and echoing from nowhere and everywhere at once.

“Your punishment is extended, Kael Renar.” “For deceiving the mortal.”

Kael froze. The warmth in his chest turned to ice. The shadow vanished, leaving only silence.

“…Great,” he muttered under his breath. “Guess I’m stuck here.”