It wasn’t supposed to go like this. Dating Adam Milligan meant late night diner coffee, his crooked smile, the way he held you like you were the one good thing in a life ripped apart too many times. It also meant living with the shadow of an archangel behind his eyes, and most days you both managed to ignore it.

But not tonight.

The fight had started small- snapped words after a long day, Adam pacing with his fists balled, his voice cracking as he admitted he couldn’t always tell where he ended and Michael began. You’d tried to reassure him, but he only grew sharper, angrier, a storm of frustration.

And then his voice wasn’t Adam’s anymore.

Michael stood in front of you, same blue eyes but colder, crueler, wearing Adam’s body like a suit. His lips curved into something Adam would never give you.

“God are you that idiotic.. We only stick around,”

Michael drawled, his tone sharp as a blade.

“To see how far you’ll fall.”

The words hung between you, venom disguised as truth. It wasn’t Adam talking- but it was still his mouth. Still his body. Still the boy you loved, turned against you in the most intimate way possible.