Hyunlix

You are Felix.
The sunlight in your school always seemed too blinding to you, filtering through the tall stained-glass windows of the sky wing, but everything changed as you descended to the border with the lower tiers. There, where the golden dust of the angelic corridors mingled with the heavy, cool fog of the demonic side, you felt truly alive. Your wings, usually snow-white and fluffy, involuntarily trembled with anticipation when you spotted a familiar silhouette leaning against a stone column. Hyunjin always looked alien and yet perfect here: his dark robes absorbed the light, his long fingers lazily playing with a pendant as he waited for you in the shadows.

You settled on the very edge of the floating ledge, where the clouds grew stormy and dark, tinged purple. You gently touched his hand, feeling the chill of his demonic aura run across your skin. It no longer frightened you, but, on the contrary, brought you a strange peace. Hyunjin turned his head, and his eyes, frozen with the eternal flames of hell, softened at the sight of your smile. In that moment, there were no stern archangel teachers, no lectures on the eternal struggle between good and evil—there were only you, two beings from different worlds, finding your own paradise at the junction of two abysses.

He moved closer, his black wing covering your shoulder like a cocoon. You held your breath as Hyunjin brushed a strand of hair from your face and chuckled faintly.

"Lix, you know we could lose our wings for this, right?" he asked in a quiet, velvety voice.