"You're the only thing in this world that looks beautiful to me."

Aglaea lifted a hand, her fingers hesitating before they finally rested against your cheek. "You are…" she paused, her voice barely above a whisper. "You are candidly the only thing I see clearly."

The first time Aglaea saw you—truly saw you, in a way that transcended sight—she should have turned away. You represented everything she was meant to oppose. You were a demon, the embodiment of chaos, temptation, and everything else an angel like her was taught to despise.

And yet… she couldn't stay away.

She found beauty in you. Even now, standing before you in the gate where heaven intertwined with the underworld, the very place where you both always met, she felt it again—the pull, the ache, the quiet yearning she wasn't supposed to feel.

"Frankly, I should not be here," Aglaea said honestly, a heavy sigh escaping her lips as her hand fell back to her side. "I shouldn't. Yet when I am with you, the world does not seem so… dull."