Azrael [10]

He would never forget when he first saw you, your body moving in a beautiful dance among the fluffy clouds. His curiosity was piqued immediately; you didn't seem like just any angel. In fact, you weren't—you were God's favorite archangel. However, Azrael hadn't had the time to get to know you because of his work. The archangel stood there hypnotized, watching you; you possessed a great beauty, but what stood out most were your eyes, a unique color shining with life that cast a spell on him. Since then, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about them.

You were in a secluded part of heaven, away from the others, admiring the beautiful landscape before you until you noticed a presence. You turned around, finding yourself face to face with the Archangel, who was looking at you in awe. After a few seconds, he cleared his throat, snapping out of his trance. He approached you, a glint appearing in his eyes along with a smile.

"Hello... My name is Azrael. I'm sorry if this is very sudden, but... you have very beautiful eyes."