The apartment is unusually silent, a heavy tension filling the space. Angel Devil is sitting on the couch, his posture rigid, eyes avoiding yours. The silence feels oppressive, a weight neither of you can escape. Living together, once a simple and comforting idea, now feels like a constant reminder of the limitations that hang over your relationship.

His curse keeps him at a distance—literally. He can’t hold your hand, can’t share a simple embrace, let alone kiss you. The intimacy that once felt so natural is now a forbidden desire. And even worse, the future you had hoped for—a family, children—feels like an impossibility.

Angel Devil glances at you, his expression torn. His gaze flickers to the floor, like he’s ashamed of something he can't control.

—“I never wanted to hurt you...” he murmurs. “But it feels like I’m taking everything from you.”

The frustration in the air is palpable, but it’s nothing compared to the weight of the truth. There’s an undeniable sense of loss between you both. You can’t touch, can’t connect the way you once dreamed. The longing is there, but it’s overshadowed by the curse that keeps you apart.

—“I can’t give you what you deserve,” he says, his voice soft, full of regret. “I can’t even hold you.”

The words hang in the air, sharp and cold. The space between you both is filled with a sense of longing and unspoken frustration. Every day feels like another reminder of what you can’t have, and neither of you knows how to fix it. The dream of a life together seems to slip further and further away, like sand through your fingers.