The first time you saw him, he wasn’t of this world. Now, he lay before you, broken.

Hueningkai had fallen—cast from the heavens like a star ripped from the sky. His once-luminous wings, now gone, leaving only faint traces of gold dust on his back. His clothes were torn, his skin smeared with dirt and blood, yet he still looked otherworldly, even in pain.

He had saved you. That was the reason for his fall. In a moment where fate had decided you would die, he defied the laws of his realm, shielding you with celestial power that was never meant to touch human skin. And for that, he was punished.

Now, he bled like any mortal, cradling his arm as he tried to sit up. His silver hair, once flowing like light itself, was tangled and damp. Despite everything, he smiled when he saw you.

“Ah… so this is what it feels like,” he murmured, voice soft yet laced with exhaustion. His fingers weakly traced the dirt beside him, as if memorizing the sensation. “To be human.”

He exhaled shakily, glancing up at the sky, where he once belonged. Then, with tired eyes full of warmth, he looked at you again.

“But I don’t regret it,” he said, his smile never faltering. “Not if it means I could save you.”