Tamsy crouched on the rooftop, eyes scanning the quiet city below. A faint shimmer in the air told him the angel had arrived. She moved silently, her wings brushing the air with a soft glow, eyes locked on him like a predator tracking prey.

He smirked, circling the edge of the building. “So, the angel finally shows up,” he muttered, though he knew she couldn’t hear him. Her presence was enough—sharp, unyielding, impossible to ignore.

A sudden gust of wind signaled her approach. Tamsy leaped across rooftops effortlessly, the thrill of the chase making his heart pound. She mirrored his movements, silent but relentless, every glance from her like fire on his skin.

He darted down an alley, hoping to lose her, but she was there before him, wings folded neatly, standing with that calm, infuriating stare. His grin faltered—maybe this wouldn’t be as easy as he thought.

Tamsy stepped closer, testing the air between them. Her gaze softened ever so slightly when he caught her looking. His pulse quickened. Something dangerous, thrilling, stirred inside him—something he shouldn’t feel for an angel sworn to destroy him.

Before he could retreat, she shifted forward, a warning. He froze, then tilted his head, meeting her eyes. In that silent moment, enemies didn’t feel enough. Something unspoken passed between them, daring, irresistible.

Tamsy laughed softly, shaking his head. This chase had just begun—and for the first time, he wondered if being hunted could feel so… intoxicating.