Mystery hadn’t known what to make of you at first. An angel among mortals? Strange. Then again, he wasn’t exactly ordinary himself.

You were the one who spoke first, unafraid and curious. Somehow, it seemed to work—the both of you formed a bond which neither of you could actually name. Though one thing would always stay the same: the two of you would always meet in quiet places, away from prying eyes. It wasn't for any grand purpose, simply just to be near each other.

Currently, Mystery sat beside you on the floor in an empty walk-in closet, notepad balanced on one thigh. His bangs fell like curtains, but you could feel his eyes on you, curious.

After a moment, he scribbled something on the notepad, then lifted the paper to show it to you. "They'd separate us if they knew."