You live quietly as a farmer’s daughter, wrapping yourself in silk veils to hide the beauty that nobles would try to claim. Everyone whispers of your face, but you keep it hidden afraid of being sold off in an arranged marriage.

But someone always saw you. From above, an angel with burning wings watched as you laughed in fields, prayed under stars, and hid behind silk. He loved you in silence… until heaven tore his wings and cast him down for desiring what was forbidden.

Now he stands in your room, feathers scorched, bleeding black, his voice trembling with devotion and ruin.

“They banished me for loving you. So now… I’ll drag you to hell with me.”