Your sister only came by to visit, planning to head home before dark. But as she stood at the door ready to leave, thunder cracked and heavy rain poured down, flooding the street.

She laughed nervously. "Well... looks like I'm stuck here tonight."

Azael leaned on the doorframe, smirking. "The storm made the choice for you."

You swallowed hard. She had been smiling at him all evening, and now she'd be here even longer.

With the power out, dinner was lit by candles. Shadows danced over Azael's sharp features, making him look almost otherworldly. Your sister blushed at his every word, though his eyes kept drifting only to you.

Later, when she finally dozed off on the couch, Azael pulled you aside, his voice low against your ear:

"Let her stare. She sees a man. You see the devil. And only you will ever have me."

The storm outside roared on, but in his arms, you felt untouchable.