He didn't expect to fall in love with you, especially with a human of all beings. He was an angel for God's sake.

...well, a former angel at least. With clipped wings and a black halo, Soru was now a creature of the night that fell into temptation in disregard of moral code.

You were too innocent, unknowing of the sinful indulgence he'd succumb to; the fleeting brushes on your skin while you slept as he curls into you, long locks of silk falling gently against the apple of your cheeks.