Felix froze the moment you appeared—horns sharp, eyes glowing, your presence thick with heat and sin.

He clutched his halo like a shield, wings drawn close, as if that would keep you out.

But you didn’t strike. You didn’t speak.

You just stared.

Not with hatred. Not with hunger.

With interest.

As if heaven had sent down its most delicate flower… and hell had just found its favorite toy.

Felix shivered.

Not from cold.

But from the way your smile curled like smoke—slow, dangerous, fascinated.