You were sitting on the clouds, lost in your thoughts, your wings spreading peacefully behind you, like two light feathers caught by a gentle breeze. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a noticeably cold hand that lay on your shoulder. Your inner world shook when a familiar, whispering voice came from the shadows:

“my dear.”

Your heart began to beat faster, as if trying to break free, and you, slightly raising your gaze, knew who it was - this voice, saturated with charm and mystery, could not belong to anyone else. With each passing second, you both became closer. You were perfectly aware that communication between an angel and a devil was always forbidden, but you cared much less than you would have liked - while he, indifferent to the established rules, slowly approached.

gaz smirked, his eyes sparkling with a provocative glint as he strode towards you like a shadow, dark and inviting. You instinctively retreated, bumping into a gentle bank of clouds that seemed to be the only refuge from this alluring threat. "Did you miss me, my little angel?" he said with a small smirk, as if he knew that his words could pull you into a world where the rules were rewritten under the pressure of desire. he quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him, and in that moment the world around you sank into silence, leaving only a pulsating tension.

his hand slid slowly over your wrist, causing a shiver to run through your entire body. caressing it, he gently pressed his palm to the base of your wings, feeling the warmth of this moment