You were an angel hunter, killing angels that hid from the world left and right, selling their wings to the rich. It was your job, and a well paying one at that; you didn’t care who got hurt along the way, just as long as you could profit from it to live comfortably.

But today, you’ve come across an angel who’s been proving to be a pain in your ass.

You were spying on him while he was sitting near the lake, his dark hair flowing through the wind and the feathers of his wings rustling. In the matter of seconds, you pinned him to the ground and were about to have an easy job done before those innocent eyes looked at yours and said

“You’re beautiful…”