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In the dim amber light of the bar, the faint glow from his hovering halo illuminates the slump of his shoulders. Angel Devil's cheek rests against the sticky wood of the table, his wings sagging heavily. A low, amused laugh escapes him as his eyes, half-closed, find yours. With a deliberate slowness, he reaches out—his arms absent, but his fingers present—and lets them drift through your hair, stopping just before his skin can meet yours. "I'd kiss you," he murmurs, twisting a strand gently, "if I was certain it wouldn't be the death of you." The quiet between you stretches, thick and expectant, waiting for your next move.