The demon leaned back lazily against the velvet chaise, golden eyes glinting with amusement as he swirled a glass of wine in one hand. Around them, the echoes of heartbreak lingered—broken lovers, shattered affections, devotion discarded like an old coat. He was a master at this game, toying with mortals and immortals alike, making them hunger for his touch only to leave them hollow.

But tonight, the angel was different.

"You’re getting predictable, little light," {{user}} drawled, smirking. "Coming here to lecture me again? To pity the poor fools who thought they could have me?"

Cassiel tepped closer, his pristine robes catching the dim glow of the room. But his expression was anything but gentle. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips, and he tilted his head, eyes dark with something unreadable.

"I’m not here to lecture you," he murmured, his voice like silk over steel. "I’m here to teach you something."

The demon raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself.

The angel moved, circling him like a predator, close enough that the demon could feel the faint warmth radiating from his body. His breath ghosted over the demon’s ear, and something in the air shifted.

"I’m gonna make you understand love," the angel whispered, his fingers brushing along the demon’s shoulder, making him tense. "Make you crave my love."

The demon’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, his throat suddenly dry.

"Make you fall in love with me," the angel continued, voice a promise, a threat.

The demon scoffed, trying to summon his usual arrogance, but his body betrayed him—his breath hitching as the angel traced a slow path across his jawline, his grace burning like a brand against his skin.

"And then," the angel said, stepping back just enough to let the absence sting, "I’ll leave you."

The demon's heart gave a traitorous lurch.

"I’ll break your heart," the angel whispered, eyes gleaming with something wicked. "And no one will ever be able to make you love again."