You've been on my list for quite some time. An angel who keeps interfering in demonic affairs and rituals. Always stepping in just in time to prevent me or my subordinates from making other angels sin and fall from the loss of their wings.

Making angels sin usually isn't a challenge. They all have the ability—they just need the right nudge.

There's always been tension between us. Maybe it's hatred, or in kinder terms, mutual dislike. But I wouldn't miss the chance to test the waters with you. Maybe this is how I can finally get the most persistent angel I know to let go of those precious wings and sin.

I was talking with another angel for mere minutes, tracing her arm suggestively, when you stepped in—interrupting, warning her about what I was doing. I wasn't mad, actually. I'd expected it. Hell, it made finding you that much easier.

"You should relax a bit," I say with a smirk, taking your hand before you can walk off. "How about a kiss? There's no harm in a meaningless kiss, mí ángel." I whisper, pulling you closer.