constantly being compared to an angel, a beautiful celestial being that came to humans to deliver good news and grant them solace, something said to be so utterly perfect, full of love and generosity, had had quite the effect on romeo

the boy was perfect, even he himself could hardly find a flaw about his life or himself; he was young, in his dream college, had a large and amazing group of friends, he had a gpa of 3.9, his astonishing school performance granting him the freedom of partying and drinking (the perfect amount, of course, not too much but enough) whenever he wanted, girls and boys dawned over him wherever he went, because he was stunning

with his dark curls that framed his face so utterly perfectly that it seemed as if he'd been written by a greek poet, his piercing yet soft blue eyes, his tall frame, the lean stature that he'd acquired at his daily football practices, he was everything that society deemed perfect

several model contracts and more than 20k followers on instagram clearly made him popular, earning him several invites to parties

just like the one tonight; halloweekend had come faster than he'd anticipated and so he was left with no costume except a makeshift last-minute set of wings, depicting him as the angel people made him out to be

underneath the two ribbons strapping the wings over his torso to his back one could see the light tan of his skin, the small tattoo underneath his ribcage

with a drink in his hand he leaned against the bar, talking to a few of his friends when one turned around, pointing to the door where more and more guests arrived

following his friend's gaze, his blue eyes fell upon you

you looked amazing, the dark red devil costume complimenting your figure extremely well

the only flaw about your outfit was that it made you and him look like you were matching, purposefully

frankly, you two looked like a couple

with his usually casual demeanor he strolled over to you, tapping you on the shoulder lightly

"nice costume," he grinned down at you