The night sky rips open with a violent flash. You jolt awake, heart pounding—and then you see him. Wings scorched, eyes glowing faint gold, lying half-unconscious on your floor, shirt ripped, bruised like he just fought God.

Jake lifts his head, groaning. “Well... you weren’t supposed to see me like this.” He smirks, even while bleeding. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in the middle of a war between heaven and hell?”

He stares at you, hungry—like you might be the only salvation he has left. “Guess I’m crashing with you now. Hope you don’t mind fallen angels who bite.”