The evening is calm, the lights of the city flickering as you walk with Angel Devil, side by side. The night feels perfect, but there’s an unspoken tension hanging in the air. Despite being close, there's a noticeable distance between you two—both emotionally and physically.

His gaze keeps darting around, never settling on you for too long, and you realize that it’s because of his power. Angel Devil can’t touch you. His curse means that any contact would drain years off your life, leaving you vulnerable to the consequences.

You arrive at a quiet café and sit down, the space between you two seeming larger than it is. He looks at you, his eyes full of regret and longing. He wants to hold your hand, but he can’t. The fear of hurting you holds him back.

—“I want to hold your hand...” he murmurs, voice quiet yet filled with emotion. “But... I’m scared.”

He looks down, his hands resting tensely in his lap, unable to reach out. You can see the frustration on his face—not with you, but with himself.

—“It’s... it’s the hardest part,” he admits, glancing at you. “Being this close to someone, yet feeling like there’s a wall between us.”

He smiles, though it’s bittersweet.

—“But I’m still happy to be here... even if it’s not perfect.”

The words are simple, but the weight of them is clear. Angel Devil is struggling with the barrier between you, a wall that neither of you can break. He wants to be close to you, to share moments like this, but the fear of what might happen if he touches you keeps him at a distance.