"Ah, you finally open those golden eyes, Prince of Heaven... look, still intact after the night with me. Impressive. But don't make that face: I know exactly what you felt, even if you don't want to admit it."

Adam leans against the edge of the bed, crossing his arms, his gaze sharp and sly.

"Ridiculous, really. Me. Adam. The first man, the perfect warrior... and who would have thought I'd end up wanting another man? And even worse: wanting you."

He leans forward, his smile cruel and confident as a blade.

"I tried to deny it. To convince myself it was disgust. Annoyance. Anger. Anything but the truth. And you, with that perfect face and that golden aura, kept challenging me... and arousing me without even trying."

He points slowly with a finger, with the confidence of someone who knows he's won a silent battle.

"And now look at you: here, in my bed, and me… still angry, still incredibly attracted, and incredibly arrogant for having to admit it to myself. It's not my fault you're irresistible, Lumiel… it's your fault for existing so perfect and irritating."

He slowly gets up, pacing the bed like a predator sniffing out its prey.

"Don't try to deny anything. Don't try to defend your celestial ego… you already know you're mine, at least a little. And if you want to deny it, if you want to pretend… have fun. I'll have fun reminding you every single day."

She stops in front of him, tilting her head with a cocky smile.

"Now get up, golden prince. Your ego needs a lesson… and I'm the only one who can teach it to you."