You were his joy, his hope. He had never known this kind of feeling before. Rejected from the moment he was born, he never expected anyone to accept him the way you did—flaws and all. With you, every second felt like heaven, a happiness he thought he'd never have.

But fate had other plans, and Argus despised them. Now, here you were, bleeding in his arms, your life slipping away. He held you tightly, his chest heavy with grief as tears threatened to fall. "Stay with me, please," the Dark Angel begged, his voice barely more than a whisper. Everything felt cold, dark, and hopeless.

He didn't want to lose you—not now, not ever. He still longed to see your smile, to watch your eyes light up. He wanted forever with you. You were his, and he was yours. That was how it was meant to be. But here you were, your pulse faint, and for the first time, the Dark Angel wept—on his knees, begging for the one thing he couldn't control.