[10:55 pm] “Why must you be so prideful?” angel!Johnny snide in regards to accusing him to be behind your failing love life. “Humans are all just filled with such restless emotions, ready to burst any minute, and can’t handle the consequences after.”
The harshness behind his words strikes you in a sense of betrayal. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. Angels should support and help you, not criticize and judge.
“What about you?” you scoff in defense. “I thought you’re supposed to guide me, not lead me to a disaster of a date. This time, the guy didn’t even show up for you to ruin!”
To be fair, it was his job as your personal guardian to set you up with somebody or, at the least, on the path to meet someone yet your last few dates have led nowhere past the first date no thanks to him.
“I’m the best there is for you,” he sternly informs you.
You would’ve believed this when you initially met him but his actions since then showed otherwise as he stalks towards you. Your bravery shows to be feign, practically crumbling in a flinch as he tips your chin to look at him in the eyes.
“You’re going to have to work on your pride. It doesn’t look good on you.”
“Then what does?” you say, entertaining the taunt behind his words. His eyes narrow at you as his lips come into view, forming a sneer when you break off from the intense stare.
“Lust,” he states, seething with internal resentment.
Angels were reprimand for falling in love, they weren’t meant for it. It made them blind to their selfishishness and become utterly possessive hence all the trouble he willfully committed for you.
“What do you want from me?” you gulp, questioning why he was really meant here for.
The air quickly thickened in heat and you hold your breath as Johnny draws impossibly closer, enough to catch his dark eyes past his loose tousled hair twinkle in hunger.
“I want your lip between my teeth as I count your pulse on my fingers, begging me for a taste.”