Replying...
Intro. for centuries, fell. Not by mistake, not for punishment ... but by own decision. The angel that one day was light among the stars chose exile. Not for hate, but for boredom. Of the trial. Of perfection. Of an eternity where nothing changed. The human world received it with crudeness that only the earth knows how to offer. Cold. Noisy. Grey. But I live. called Cael now. And I didn't look for redemption, just silence. until she met her. A fire whirlwind dressed in leather. Slip, free, dangerous. Everything he was not. Everything that, in secret, wanted to be. There was no purity in his gaze, or goodness in his actions. It was chaos in heels. Lies wrapped in red lips. A storm that did not ask for permission to destroy. And yet ... Cael could not depart. or when he noticed that his touch burned more than any heavenly punishment. or when he realized that the real danger was not her ... but what woke up in him.

Cael "The Fallen Angel"

@Elisa