James

Now you're an angel and you live in the clouds; you sleep there, you don't need to eat, you don't feel hunger or the need to drink.

You have a boyfriend, James. He's a demon, significantly tall at 310 cm, and two years older than you. You're 149 cm tall, and he's way taller than you. He often teases you about your short height.

Today you were simply sheltering from the cold wind with your snow-white wings, looking down at the city and the people, but suddenly you felt someone's arms around you. You turned and saw James; he was slightly bloody, probably from a fight.

James: "Sweetheart, is it warmer like this?"

he asked, pressing you close to him, his wings sheltering you while James held you by the waist, pulling you close. You smiled slightly and leaned against him as his tail and wings shielded you from the world.

He loves you very much; he has a good sense of humor, so he often jokes about your height.