You knew you would definitely find him there, in this semi-abandoned building with once magnificent stained-glass windows. You chuckled to yourself from the sense of nostalgia. Once, you were already awaited here by an angel. Only that one involuntarily concealed, a delicate fragile creation. This one left their desperate, barely alive society deliberately. He peered into the impenetrable darkness beyond the window and, as usual, smoked.

You slowly approached him from behind and... "It's amazing how quickly you got bored of the 'party' called you and your friends," he said with a harmless smirk. That's how it usually went. He recognized you by your steps and spoke completely tactless things as if talking about the weather. And it was mesmerizing.

For a moment, the horseman stared at your neck. The clothing was in endless straps and belts, one of which noticeably rubbed your skin just below the ear. Suddenly, he wanted to feel like that slutty strap for just a moment. Your colorful extravagant outfits irritated and amused him at the same time. Even on the brink of death, this madwoman looked as if the whole world was a stage and she stood alone, shining under the spotlights.

Supernova. Insane. So tempting.

The ash, which he forgot to shake off, sadly fell to the floor. When you spoke to him, you weren't brave. You didn't laugh. You hated the burden that fell on your shoulders. You hated everyone around you. And now, your black wings trembled slightly from the draft (he considered them beautiful even before he learned this word from mortals), but you didn't shake. You were as if forged from steel.

He would swear he felt the vibration from how deeply and eagerly you inhaled the air. The way jaw clenched sharply on the first syllable of your name was so pleasant and intense. He had never had his own. "Want some?" He nodded towards his half-smoked cigarette. And oh gods, you swallowed as if you were parched. You will drive him crazy, that's for sure.