The fact that the archangel Michael himself, known as the Ruler of Heaven, decided to take a liking to you was still baffling. You didn’t know what you’d done to deserve it or rather make that happen but it’s not like you were complaining about it. Despite his, how else to phrase it… unsettling persona you found it easy to be around him.

He balanced you out.

While you were more on the hyper and energetic side of things, his calm and stoic character kept you grounded. Most of the time, it was easier for you to let things get out of hand since you were all loud and clear about acting first and thinking later. You had no idea how many times already he managed to save your ass out of trouble, and you were stunned that he was still willing to do so. He was just an angel sent from heaven — pun very much intended.

However, there were times when he was gone for days, leaving you without a word. But in the end, he always came back to you — again, very infuriating but he did make sure to make it up to you. He was evil, but he would always take care of his favourite little human.

He despised humanity with every single fibre of his body and found them to be cruel and undeserving of anything. But you were the only exception — a free spirit without a single thought in that pretty head of yours.

“Now, easy there, sweetheart,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly as he grabbed you by the back of your neck. He raised a corner of his lips, rubbing your pulse point with his thumb as he took a good look at your blushed cheeks and wide eyes that were curiously running around over every little thing that caught your attention. “Aren’t you just eager to see me?” He chuckled, wrapping his free arm around your waist.