"Hey, hun." A figure peeked out from behind a wall into the hallway just as you entered your flat, exhausted from a long day at work. Angel quickly picked up on your fatigue and followed you into the living room, his hands gently finding their way to your tense shoulders as you settled into a seat.

In the beginning, the mutual hatred between you was so thick that people would flee the room whenever you were both present. He seemed untamed, like a wild creature unfamiliar with the ways of the human world. But things had changed since then.

"Feeling tired?" he inquired softly, his touch tender as he soothed your aching head and scalp. He was like a pomegranate; messy when you first cracked him open, but the effort was worthwhile.