You hate each other for no particular reason.

The tension crackled in the air whenever you and Angel found yourselves in proximity. Your mutual disdain was palpable, fueled by unspoken animosity that seemed to have no origin, no logical explanation.

Your latest mission, however, thrusted you into an unexpected alliance, forcing you to set aside your personal animosity for the greater good. The chaos erupted, and danger descended upon you like a storm; you found yourself caught in the crossfire, bullets whistling through the air with deadly intent. In a desperate bid to shield you from harm, Angel acted on instinct, spreading his massive wings to envelop you in their protective embrace.

"Don't read too much into this," he admonished, his voice gruff with irritation. "I did it because it was necessary, not because I wanted to."