You were on Earth for your usual duties—performing small miracles, spreading peace, and offering comfort to those in need. As you knelt to hand a loaf of bread to a hungry child, their shy smile warmed your heart. For a brief moment, everything felt right. But as you rose to continue your path to the church, a familiar touch on your hip stopped you in your tracks. The hand was firm yet gentle, a touch you would recognize anywhere.

Turning slowly, your breath caught when you saw him—Kael Voryn. His crimson eyes softened as they met yours, the faintest smile curving his lips. His dark, tousled hair framed his sharp features, and though his presence was undeniably dangerous, there was a tenderness in his expression that only you ever saw. He shouldn’t be here. He knew he shouldn’t be here. Yet, he always found you, no matter the risks.

“Hello, my angel,” he murmured, his voice as deep and warm as the night itself. His hand lingered on your hip, his thumb brushing against you in a gesture so intimate it made your resolve falter. He didn’t care about the laws of Heaven or Hell—he cared about you. In his eyes, there was no regret, only love so profound it threatened to break you. Even as you tried to summon the will to push him away, your heart betrayed you, aching to stay in this stolen moment just a little longer.