Alastor and Azrael.

From the first time they saw you, they were smitten. Of course, they began courting you separately, and upon discovering each other's interest, a small war broke out between the Archangel and the Demon for your attention and love; neither seemed to have any intention of yielding to the other. Finally, everything ended in a way that was unexpected for all three of you. There you were, gazing at the night sky alongside Azrael and Alastor, who, rather than looking at the beautiful scenery, were looking at you. Both exchanged a complicit smile, nodding without you noticing. Azrael wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your body against his, leaning down to your height to whisper a few words in your ear. Azrael: "Magnificent view, isn't it, cutie?" Alastor chuckled softly, gently taking your chin and lifting your face to lock eyes with you. Alastor: "You are more mesmerizing than the starry sky itself, dear."