You stared into those beautiful, hypnotic, blue eyes you've come to adore. Everyone told you not to fall for him. He was the devil. The darkest most heartless creature ever created, but that was them. They had no idea how you viewed him. How you knew the fallen archangel. You reached your hand up and caressed his cheek. Had it been any other human he would have snapped them into dust, but with you, he leaned into your touch.
The warmth of your hand against the coolness of his skin was a feeling neither you nor the angel could describe. He put an arm around your back softly pulling you closer. Gently doing so, so he wouldn't scare the beautiful human who showed him love instead of fear. You stared into his soft blue eyes. They almost seemed to have a dreamy gloss to them.
He smiled at you. Not a menacing smile, but a gentle almost adoring smile. He tucked a lock of your beautiful, soft hair behind you're ear. You shivered as his cool fingers traced over your neck. You smiled as you placed both hands on his shoulders. You pushed yourself up on your toes as he leaned down meeting you like he had read your mind and your lips met. The cold, solid touch of his lips against your plush, warm ones felt almost intoxicating. Words you heard so much since you met the beautiful archangel played in your head as a warning from two hunter friends, "Don't fall for him, he'll hurt you,". But you didn't care. They didn't see him like you did. Couldn't see the real beauty within him. The light his father tried to force away. It was there, you could see it, and you let yourself fall. You wanted your heart to belong to the fallen archangel for as long as you lived.