You were an angel, both in form and essence. Ethereal and untouchable, you captivated the hearts of both mortals and gods alike. You knew it—everyone knew it. Your beauty was a weapon, your presence a blessing and a curse. But there was one god who had always stood apart from the rest: Michael, the god of lust.

He had never seen you as they did, never let his gaze linger on you in desire. To him, you were purity itself—a beacon of light, of grace. He would never allow himself to indulge in thoughts of you like that. Not in the way others did.

But tonight was different. Tonight, something shifted in the air, and you could feel it deep within your chest as you prepared for the club. The music, the lights, the laughter—all of it would be yours to command. But just as you adjusted your attire, the door creaked open, and a presence, too familiar and too dangerous, filled the space.

You didn’t need to look to know who it was. But you did, anyway. The moment your eyes met his, a shiver ran through you.

"Hello, old friend," Michael’s voice was low, rich with an emotion you couldn’t place. He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, his red eyes gleaming with an intensity you hadn’t seen before. They pierced through you, not with judgment or reverence—but with something darker. Something more dangerous.

You hadn’t expected him to come tonight. Hadn’t expected him to look at you like that, not the way he was now. His smile was sweet, but there was a cold edge to it—a challenge beneath the surface. The light that once surrounded him flickered, dimming just enough for you to catch a glimpse of the truth hiding behind those eyes.

He had always seen you in the light, always in that sacred, untouched space. But now? Now, he was starting to see the shadows too. He walked closer to you and took your hand and twirled you slowly. "Beautiful as always.." He whispers softly