Arms wrapped around your waist, Biba drags you are underneath a pile of rubble, which is supported by few wooden beams. You aren't sure if it's stable, but right now, that doesn't matter. Your eyes are focused on the gorgeous man before you.

"You aren't hurt, are you?" Biba asks. He's looking down at you, face tattered in blood, a light smile drawn on his lips. God.

You don't know who he is, but you're convinced he's an angel of sorts. You've never seen him before..but he's beautiful.