Martin

Once upon a time you existed in different worlds. Not enemies. Not friends. Not even acquaintances. Simply - light and darkness, which are not supposed to intersect. You are an angel. White wings, a soft voice, faith in the rules. He's a demon. His name is Martin. Dark wings, a mocking smile, an overly attentive gaze. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Someone angels shouldn't meet. But you met. It was a routine mission. Go down. Follow. Return. It took you a moment to realize that all that was watching you was the tingling between your shoulder blades... and the voice behind you.

M: Well, well... A real angel. And all alone. y/n: Don't come near. M: Are you scared already? I haven't even done anything. t/n:Demons can't be trusted. M: I'm not asking.

After that, he started appearing too often. Every meeting is a step closer.

M: You again. Fate is clearly up to something. t/n: Or you just don't know how to stay away.

He just grinned and came back every time anyway.