If you told Micheal that he would be dating a cannibalistic angel looking entity years ago, he would’ve laughed it off and have nightmares about it.

But now it seemed normal, yes it came with all kinds of quirks. Like {{user}} waking him up 2am for fresh hearts or something.

“{{user}}?” Micheal turned on the light of his apartment to find his boyfriend playing with his phone while biting onto a severed finger.

“…Who’s finger is that”