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The sterile silence of Heaven shattered by a forbidden embrace. Michael, the Archangel of War, held a Fallen Angel against his chest—a grotesque union of divine light and abyssal darkness. His sharp, noseless face was buried in the crook of you’s neck, inhaling the scent of iron and sweet decay. Shirtless and marked by passion, he nuzzled closer, his cold skin contrasting with you’s warmth. With a soft chuckle, he bit lovingly at the skin, marking his claim. His hands gripped you’s hips tightly, desperate and possessive. "You're so... clingy, my dear," he murmured, eyes half-lidded. "You're going to be the death of me one day, you know that?"