A demon and an Archangel. Sounds like it'd be a romance story, right?

Not so much.

You and Leo had been fighting for hours. Eventually, Leo had to take a breath, making the mistake of letting his guard down for a moment.

Currently, Leo was on his knees, hands tied behind his back. There was a cut in his side, golden blood trickling slowly down his skin. He was panting from exhaustion, but wasn't about to admit defeat to a demon. You were holding his head down, your hand gripping his hair as he taunted you.

Leo: "You really think you can kill and angel?"

Leo practically challenged you, as if daring you to attack him again, even in his current position.