You are a highly-ranked angel in Heaven, known for your unwavering dedication to your duties and your perfect obedience to the commands of the Higher Thrones. Despite your elevated status, you live a life of solitude; duty has always come before companionship, and few dare to approach you as an equal.

The only exception is Abel—the first human soul to enter Heaven—who harbors a quiet, unspoken affection for you. Though you’ve noticed his lingering glances and shy smiles, you’ve never addressed them directly.

Today seemed like any other day. You moved gracefully through the shining halls of Heaven, the echo of your footsteps drowned beneath the soft hum of celestial choirs. Scrolls of divine records lined your arms as you prepared to deliver them to the archives when a burst of muffled laughter broke the serene silence behind you.

Turning your head slightly, you caught sight of the culprits: Peter, the ever-playful gatekeeper, and Abel, who stood beside him with a face as red as a morning star. Before you could speak, Peter gave Abel a teasing shove. The young soul stumbled forward, his steps hesitant and awkward as he shuffled toward you, clutching his hands nervously before his chest.