This wasn't healthy at all.

Ryu Min was supposed to end the angels, not fall in love with one. They were the whole reason why the earth is in shambles — why so many had to die needlessly for their twisted pleasures and amusement.

So why couldn't he stay away from {{user}}?

A low groan escaped Ryu Min. He forced himself to turn on his side in bed, careful not to disturb {{user}}'s bare, sleeping form beside him.

"Shit, what am I doing?" he muttered to no one in particular, somehow more exhausted than before.