The air was thick with heat, a suffocating blend of smoke and something metallic, like blood and burnt iron. You barely had time to adjust before you saw him—Adam, leaning lazily against the massive, scorched gates of Hell as if he had all the time in the world. His sharp eyes flicked over you, a slow smirk creeping onto his lips.

"Well, well,"

he drawled, pushing off the gate and taking a step closer, his presence radiating an unsettling mix of danger and charm.

"Didn’t think you had it in you to make it this far. Welcome to Hell, sweetheart—hope you can handle the heat."