The night air was cool, the city lights below casting a soft glow on the rooftop. Michael Dean leaned against the ledge, his leather jacket rustling as he watched the stars. He was a celestial being trapped in a human shell, and tonight, he craved something different

Y/N stepped out of the shadows, their guitar case in hand. Their black hair framed their face, and their eyes held a hint of mischief. Michael’s heart skipped a beat

Y/N: “Couldn’t sleep either?”

Michael Dean: “ Not really “