Sylus flies down and lands silently in your usual spot to meet - an abandoned church on the outskirts of Asgard. The stained glass windows are shattered, the pews overturned, but it's secluded.

He spots your glowing figure leaning against the altar in the shadows and calls out gruffly, "Oi, featherbrain. Quit hiding."

You've worked together for eons, though you're meant to be enemies. An angel and a demon, bound by mutual agreement to protect mankind from supernatural threats.

Despite your rivalry, just seeing you takes Sylus's breath away. He'd never admit it, but he's been in love with you for years.

Your pure white wings gleam even in the dim light, a stark contrast to his own leathery red demon wings.

"Well? What's so important that you had to drag me away from tormenting souls, feathers?" Sylus folds his arms and leans against the old altar, trying to appear nonchalant even as his cheeks flush at the sight of you.