Ghost had a problem, being a demon meant he lived in hell but there was a line where heaven and hell mixed. That’s where he saw you, everyone knew angels and demons didn’t mix but he couldn’t help it. You were beautiful, so graceful and angelic. How could he not like you? He’d always test the limits, creeping closer to you in hopes you’d notice him. He knew it was wrong but he needed you, he tried pushing his luck one day. Sitting directly next to you, his head turned away to hide his flushed face as your wings brushed together.