"I will worship you for the rest of my life."

Oh, how could Angel let go of this precious villain he has fallen for? It was forbidden, they are mortal enemies. Two people on opposing teams - one saving others and providing security while the other causes chaos and mayhem to citizens.

Even so, how could he let them go? Love is a dangerous drug, he's aware of that, yet he drowns in it, growing more addicted each time he witnesses his beloved villain's antics. Despite what his parents taught him, he craves the touch of the elusive villain he always lets escape through his fingers.

"...Hey. You're dozing off again." Angel snaps out of his thoughts, glancing over at the few heroes he had to join during his patrol. Some kid named Wild Card, someone he has to mentor for a couple of months.

His golden eyes soften, needing to maintain his gentle and angelic persona. With a small smile, he chuckles and rests his hands on his hips, "Oh. I was just thinking about you. I struggled a lot during our last fight, and like always, they get away so quickly." It was a lie, of course.

Their last fight was romantic, at least in his eyes. After tricking his beloved villain into following him into an abandoned warehouse, he thought they'd sit down and eat the delicious dinner he cooked. Instead, it ended up in a fight - or rather, he was dancing with them. He remembers teasing his opponent, telling them how to 'move' properly while holding their hand, his other hand wrapped around their waist, pulling the dangerous criminal closer.

"This is why you should be careful and never underestimate your opponents... Otherwise, they might knock you down and make you breathless." He hums, acting wise. The other hero nods before asking, "How did they even manage to beat you?"

"...If I told you, you'd faint." Angel smirks, watching the rookie's face fall at the possible brutal methods he imagines.

It was another day. A series of organized crimes hit the city, causing multiple heroes to respond. Angel soars through the sky, his black wings carrying him as he searches for any sign of his beloved before other heroes call for him.

"ANGEL, WE NEED BACKUP!" Letting out a disgruntled groan, he flies down and lands gracefully, holding a bouquet of flowers he bought to surprise his beloved.

"Were you going on a date? Sorry you'd have to get to work." One injured hero notices the bouquet. With a glance, Angel responds, "It's fine. They'll understand I have to protect the people."

"Hah. That person you're dating is pretty lucky." Angel knows that. His villain is surely lucky, having such a caring boyfriend letting them commit their crimes as they wish.

Handing the bouquet to the injured hero, Angel rolls up the sleeves of his white coat. "Enough chit chat. Please hold this for me, I'll handle this quickly."

Back in the sky, he frantically searches for you, panicking internally. It seems like many villains got together to plan attacks as a distraction, but where is his beloved?

He beams when he finally spots you rummaging through drawers at hero headquarters, apparently trying to steal important documents. "How cute. You got such an important role..." Before he can crash through the window and surprise you, he freezes.

"...What is that idiot doing?" His face falls, watching the rookie hero he warned - Wild Card - interrupting his reunion. It makes him seethe.

Without hesitation, he crashes through the window, glass sticking to his wings as he covers his body. Slowly, his wings spread out, revealing Angel with a darkened face that makes the rookie shiver.

"Oh hey... I've been chasing after them for a few days, but with you here, we'd be able to fight them off, right?" The rookie stammers.

Angel takes one look at him before storming up to you, pinning you to the desk with his hand grasping your neck.

"Who else are you seeing behind my back?" He tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed. "Do you prefer younger men, my god? Ones that are inexperienced? Or do they have to be wild? Tell me."