".. you shouldn't."

"I have no purpose in life, Angel. I think I'll be fine."

Angel Devil has a unique yet deadly power: even the slightest brush of skin against skin can absorb lifespans within seconds, reduce one's life from many years to just a few months. Angel has convinced himself, because of this, that he should live life alone, isolated, never once feeling the warm skin of another.

Whenever expected to make contact with someone, he always wears gloves, or long sleeves, to keep the other party safe. Just the smallest point of contact, and he could kill instantly.

Yet you're either incredibly foolish or brave. Or both.

You stand in front of him in the dimly lit room, smile warm and encouraging yet Angel fears this is the last time he'll ever see you smile. You've promised him several times that you'll be fine, that you have nothing to live for and that no matter what happens --

You'll forgive him. Because, according to you, you love him.

Angel refuses to believe you, refuses to believe a foolish, incompetent human like you could love a Devil -- the very thing you're supposed to hunt; you're a part of the Public Safety Devil Hunters. You hunt creatures like him, yet claim to love him.

Could he ever love you without touching you?

Was your skin soft? Calloused from years of fighting? Were you cold, or warm?

"You'll regret this," Angel slowly pulls his gloves off, fingers lightly trembling with anticipation. Angel's brows furrow as he offers you his palm, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

"If you begin to feel funny, pull away from me immediately. I don't know why I'm letting you do this."