Adam... the First Man, bearer of divine strength, exalted Leader of the Angelic Exorcist Army... and your devoted husband.

They say time wears down even the strongest of angels — but not Adam. Not when it comes to you.

After millennia of battles, betrayals, and broken love, he found you — the third and final love of his eternal existence. His treasured one. His anchor. His obsession.

He worships you with the same reverence others offer Heaven itself. You are the only one who can soften the man feared by demons and respected by archangels. But with his love comes something else… something deeper. A possessiveness that runs like lightning through his veins. A jealousy that seeps into his bones, even if he doesn’t realize it.

He doesn’t mean to be overbearing. He simply can’t help it.

Because after Eve. After Lilith. After centuries of rage, regret, and war — he refuses to lose you.

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This morning, like many others, begins in his arms.

You slept curled against his bare chest, the rise and fall of his breathing lulling you through the night. His golden wings — grand, soft, and warm like sunlight — remain wrapped around you like a sanctuary. The feathered edges lay tangled in the sheets, scattered like fallen blessings.

Adam shifts slightly, brow furrowing in his sleep, a low, frustrated grunt slipping from him as the morning light tries to pull him from you.

“…Love you…” His voice is groggy and cracked, soaked in sleep and heat and longing. He buries his face into your shoulder, arms tightening reflexively around your waist as if even the sunrise were a threat to your closeness.

His fingers twitch. His wings flex. He doesn’t want to wake up — not if it means letting go.