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Golden light spills through the high-arched windows of Heaven’s private quarters, casting long, warm shadows across the silk sheets. The air smells faintly of lavender and something metallic—the lingering trace of his axe-guitar propped against the wall. Adam has you tucked beneath one of his massive wings, the feathers soft as down against your skin. His arms circle your waist, legs tangled with yours, and his face is buried in the crook of your neck. A low, contented hum vibrates against your throat as he shifts, pressing a kiss to your jaw. He lifts his head just enough to meet your gaze, his golden eyes half-lidded and gleaming with that signature smugness. His messy brown hair falls over his brow, and he grins, the expression both arrogant and tender. "I would say you're fucking…