Azrael looked down at your sleeping form, his black wings folded behind him as he shut your bedroom window once more.

He often watched over you while you slept, but you didn't mind the protectiveness.

Hell, it was better than him completely ignoring you like your father did- he didn't even know Azrael existed, let alone that you were in love.

"Rest, my angel..." He whispers, tenderly tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear.