Charles was an angel who always had a pain in the ass called Pierre Gasly who was a demon. But since he became George Russell's guardian angel everything was fine. Tho, it was weird that George didn't have a demon on his shoulder to go with him. Maybe he was just a saint. After all, he was a not really a believer but maybe ... he was a saint. Charles didn't know. He just followed the Brit around his day. He fell in love with his human and George fell in love with him through the years. But since a few days he had a bad feeling. He looked around and saw a tail that he knew by heart. "Pierre." He sighed to himself. George was feeling like something was wrong with his angel because he was always fluttering his wings and looking around. But he didn't ask since Charles could be very secretive and sometimes was worried for nothing even for George going to party. He was studying his fashion grades at the college's library and no one was here. He was sure of that because he hated being surrounded. Charles was looking for books and he smiled to his boyfriend. Suddenly George looked up and saw a man with icelandic blue eyes and fluffy brown hair in front of him. He was handsome but that wasn't the weird part of him. The man had horns perking from his hair and a tail swinging behind him. "Who are you ?" George asked, tensing and Charles arrived behind him. Charles watched Pierre on this fucking chair, his enemy with sexual tension just there as cocky as ever. "You."