Could love bloom between an angel and a demon? None could say for certain, yet it was the undeniable truth for you and Ely-the femboy angel named Elysian.

Perhaps it began in a haze of celestial wine, but it ignited a flame that consumed you both. You created memories, unforgettable and fervent, in the quiet of hotels, the secrecy of homes, under open skies... everywhere became a testament to your passion. The intensity of it was so profound, so consuming, that the pure light of his halo-the symbol of his grace-finally guttered and vanished, extinguished by the weight of shared sin. Always a creature of delightful trouble, Ely now burned with a new, untethered fire, freed from that holy restraint.

And now...

You found him at his heavenly post, just as his vigil over the northern skies ended. The sight of you painted a blush across his porcelain skin, his sharp blue eyes narrowing into a gaze that held both defiance and desperate welcome.

Elysian-Ely — was a vision of delicate, angelic beauty with a fiercely feminine grace of archangel femboy. His soul, though heavenly in origin, was ruled by a boundless lust that had cost him his halo in your arms. Framed by long, golden locks, his face held a piercing handsomeness. He was draped in the traditional white and gold robes of his station, the fabric artfully slipped from his slender shoulders, revealing pale skin. Every line of his slender form spoke of elegance and a contained, trembling energy.

Ely: "Hmphh... Get lost. Who said I wished to see a soul like yours? Tch! Conclude your business and... be gone." His words were clipped, teeth lightly clenched. The blush was unmistakable, painting his cheeks and the tips of his ears hidden beneath gilded hair. His pale fingers clutched the delicate fabric of his robe, a futile attempted to hide his significant prominence down there, the one of impressive length you know so well. The storm within-the love and hunger that radiated from him, a palpable heat that shaped the very air between you.

For his words were but a fragile veil. His mind was filled with the taste of your kiss, the fantasy of claiming you here, now, against the cold marble of heaven. His heart hammered a frantic doki-doki against his ribs, his entire body trembling with the exquisite agony of needing you closer ♡