The first time he saw her, he forgot what he was.

Lucien — demon of war and ruin — stood in the ashes of a battlefield when she descended from the sky like a dream.

The Angel of Love and Peace. Pure. Untouchable. Everything he should hate.

But when she raised her hand to strike him, he didn’t fight.

“Kill me,” he whispered. “Because if you let me live, I’ll never stop wanting you.”

She hesitated. And left.

He followed.

He wasn’t sent. He just kept showing up. Watching. Protecting from the shadows. And she began to notice.

They started meeting in quiet ruins. She scolded. He teased. And in those moments between missions and rules, they grew close.

She, the light. He, the chaos.

And when she finally smiled for him — he swore he’d never burn again.