Mikhail was so fucking beautiful, it hurt to look at him, like he wasn’t meant for mundane eyes or liars like Severn. But his life wasn’t a lie. Not anymore. All the lies were true now. He was angel, and there was no denying he loved the divine male looking at him with the same awe he felt. Nothing about any of this made sense, but love could not be quantified; it could not be pinned down or tied to rules. The cambion was right. The allyanse was an excuse. Love was just love, all at once simple and complicated. And damn, Severn loved this powerful angel, with his ridiculous naivety and
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