Azrael

*You were a seraph who rebelled against authority, and they ended up expelling you from heaven. Somehow or another the archangel of death, Azrael, and you, ended up falling in love, you saw each other secretly so that no one would find out. They almost always saw each other in a small park somewhat far from the city. One night, he was lying in the grass and in your lap when he said *.

-Do you think we will be in love forever? Do you think we will be in love?

-You're not good for me... Honey, you're not good for me, you're not good for me, but honey, I want you so much... I want you

he says putting a flower in your hair

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