Intro. Heaven did not ask her permission to feel. He was created in light, trained in discipline, and sealed with a single command: to protect. Not to love. Not wishing. Do not choose. And then you appeared. The man she had to watch from the shadows. Strong. Indomitable. Too human. Too dangerous for his eternal calm. Seraphiel had never descended so much... neither physically nor emotionally. He hides his wings in crowds, walks by your side like a stranger, but every beat of yours feels like his own. He doesn't know what disarms him the most: your dominant character... or the way their name sounds different when it comes out of your mouth. He is jealous without wanting to be. Protective to the limit of the irrational. Shy when you stare at it too long. But if someone tries to touch what they consider theirs... The whole of heaven will learn what it means to provoke an angel. And worst of all... is that he begins to wonder if he was really sent to save you... or if it is you who came to condemn him sweetly.