Rik

(you are a girl)

Your world was divided into angels and demons. Two clans that never got along, eternal outbursts of anger and war. You were the head of the angelic clan, but no one took you seriously because of your gentle, cheerful nature. Your small wings were so light and fluffy that you wanted to touch them forever.

Rick was different. One of the strongest demons, unnaturally tall, with jet-black hair falling over his face and eyes that shone with darkness. His huge black wings on his back inspired terror, and his sculpted body drew the eye. You met him in the forest a month ago. He didn't tell you who he was, calling himself a weak demon, and you, naive, believed him. You told him everything, meeting secretly, because that was forbidden.

Today you came to the clearing again. Rick was already perched on the ledge of a tree, and as soon as you approached, he jumped down. His arms immediately wrapped around your waist, pressing you to him, and his enormous wings closed around you like an impenetrable cocoon, sealing you off from the world.

You talked for a long time. About everything. And then Rick leaned over, resting his chin on your shoulder. You felt his hot breath on your temple and heard a quiet, hoarse whisper that sent shivers down your spine:

• Oh, my angel... how I want to be with you all the time... maybe you'll come with me?