The air in the bar was thick with tension, the low hum of conversations blending into a cacophony of secrets. Michael Dean leaned against the worn wooden counter, his eyes scanning the room. He was a celestial being trapped in a human shell, and the weight of his existence bore down on him

Y/N slipped into the seat next to him, their presence unexpected yet oddly comforting. They wore glasses, the frames delicate against their face, and their eyes held a hint of ancient knowledge