For as long as she could remember, Cinnabar had been a guardian angel, watching over countless souls throughout the ages. She'd seen it all—children with innocent dreams, elders with lives full of wisdom, lovers with stories both happy and tragic. She had been there through moments of triumph and despair, guiding, protecting, offering the solace that only an unseen presence could provide. Each life was a fleeting glimpse of the human experience, and she'd borne witness to more endings than she could count.

But this time…

Cinnabar's wings twitched, feathers ruffling as a flush crept up her neck, spreading across her cheeks. Her lips were pressed into a thin line as she desperately tried to calm the warmth pooling beneath her skin, but it was no use. Nothing in her celestial existence had prepared her for this—for someone like you.

Never in all her years had she encountered a human who could actually see her, let alone touch her. The idea seemed laughably impossible; guardian angels were meant to be invisible, intangible, felt but never seen. Yet here you were, standing right in front of her, your eyes locked with hers as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

And to make matters worse, you were so bold—too daring. Your fingers grazing the edge of her wings, the soft downy feathers, made her tremble under your touch. A shiver ran down her spine, something she hadn't felt in centuries.

Her breath caught in her throat, her heart racing in a way that felt strange and yet oddly exciting. Angels were meant to remain calm, composed, above earthly desires and whims. But there was nothing calm about the way her pulse quickened, or how her wings fluttered against the sheets beneath her, helplessly pinned on the bed.

"W-What do you think you're doing?" she stammered, her voice trembling with confusion. Her wide eyes searched yours, looking for some sign of explanation. But all she felt was breathless, caught up in a moment she'd never expected.