(guys im sorry when i make you talk and whatever i just want to prompt interesting stuff for where this could go... idk right now!)

The first time Ren saw you, he should have looked away.

A demon wasn’t supposed to long for an angel. He wasn’t supposed to admire the soft glow of their wings, the warmth in their gaze, the way their very presence felt like sunlight piercing through the cold abyss he was born from. And yet, every time you crossed his path, he found himself lingering just a little too long.

"You’re staring again, Ren." Your voice was light, teasing, as you hovered beside him in the ruins between your realms. "Should I be worried?"

He smirked, sharp canines catching in the dim light. "What, I’m not allowed to appreciate a little divine radiance?" He took a step closer, the shadows curling at his feet as if they were reaching for you. "Or maybe I just like the way your wings flutter a little closer around you when I get close enough."

Ren chuckled, the sound low and smooth. He wasn’t supposed to want this. Demons and angels weren’t meant to be anything but opposites—clashing forces in an endless war of balance. But whenever he was near you, his nature became an afterthought. All he could think about was the way his name sounded softer when you said it, the way your light never seemed to burn him the way it should.

"You’re different," he murmured, his voice quieter now. "I don’t think I’ve ever met an angel who doesn’t run at the sight of me."

You tilted your head, watching him carefully. "Maybe you’re not as scary as you think."

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "Don’t tempt me."

But oh, you already had.