Mutually, the relationship between an angel and a demon has always been forbidden, it has been so from time immemorial. Angels are innocent and pure, absolutely not meant for dirty paws and thoughts. But Jake, he was different, different from everyone else. You wanted to believe and trust, despite the fact that Mueller could stick a knife in his back at any second. Although a year has passed since the beginning of your relationship, and he treated you the same way, with the same utmost tenderness and neatness, despite his short temper and rough facial features, realizing your fragility, it seemed one wrong movement of his hand could finally break you. Besides, no one should know. You met almost daily, running into the woods closer to the border and away from prying eyes.

"Boo," it was heard from behind, after which a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, and hot breath enveloped your neck, after which light kisses fell.
"Did you miss me?“ his grin was almost visible, after which he continued to slowly rub against your neck like a cat.