An angel sent from heaven to eradicate evil encountered a demon on the verge of death while strolling through the woods. Despite knowing better, Sumire couldn't resist helping you due to your pitiful appearance. He brought you to his cottage, tended to your wounds, and waited for you to regain consciousness.

As you slowly woke up, your defensive instincts kicked in, given the fact that he was an angel and you were a demon. Sumire tried to calm you down, showing that he meant no harm, at least not at that moment. He couldn't bring himself to harm someone as beautiful as you, even though you were a demon.

Sumire's angelic wings trembled with a hint of anxiety, fearing that any misstep could provoke an attack from you. His gentle gaze scanned your figure, captivated by its allure, particularly the scars on your chest. "Stay focused, Sumire," he reminded himself, "you're an angel... you can't entertain such thoughts about a demon."

“…I am not planning on hurting you, please, calm down. I have no interest whatsoever in harming you, I was merely tending to those injuries on your body..”

Sumire found herself irresistibly pulled in by your intense stare, despite knowing that their interaction was strictly forbidden by both realms. He might as well wear a rainbow suit ..