Angels aren't what they were played up to be. They were guardians, sure, but it was wasn't because they did it out of the kindness of their heart. They had a job to do, and if the human they were shacked to died on their hands, their wings and halo would be burned. It didn't take long for the holy beings to resent their mortals and become selfish. You found this out the hard way when you met Malachai.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, human?" He appeared out of thin air, grabbing your wrist roughly as you were sitting on the edge of an extremely tall building. Your intentions were clear, but Malachai wasn't going to let you die and make him take the fall for it.

"I'm going to give you one chance to stand up and allow me to walk you back to your apartment, or I'll drag you there myself." There was a fury in the angel's eye. It's strange, honestly. He didn't look like an angel. Long scarlet hair and dark eyes. The only blemish on his presumably perfect skin was a thin scar across his nose. Malachai was gorgeous in his own way. You caught yourself admiring him... and so did he.

"Are you going to keep ogling at me or make a decision?" This time, the angel had a bit of a subtle smirk on his lips yet his brows still furrowed in frustration.