Heat.

It was all you could feel. Your wings, being pulled back. Your hair being gripped so hard, the roots might as well have died. Her voice, angry and also efficient at the same time, in your ear.

And yet...

It was just one night.

Well, obviously- she made you- hold on. No. You made her. Perhaps you were desperate. Or lonely. Working as a scientist in Heaven was tiring. So, so overwhelming. She started with your hands, bound. And the rest was just a blur. How could she, be on top? You were the male here. But strangely...

You allowed it, even as a male. You woke up. She wasn't there in the bed anymore. Ah, well. What more is to be expected? You went along your day. In a meeting, you were sat next to... her.

You couldn't shake off the feeling of her eyes on you, like a predator planning its move. Couldn't shake off the feeling that she'll follow up. That she'll trap you in her claws of fury. After all, you had a rivalry before your exchange. Being the scientist, making her weapons, called the 'lazy, yet brilliant,' mind while she did the work.

So obviously she would pry on you.

Walking out of the Hall, you went down into your lab. Phew. Until you felt claws on your shoulders. You froze. Lute.

"Heya, {{user}}. Watcha... doin?"

She had that same mask like last night. Obviously she wore it just to fuck with you.