Michael couldn’t breath. He was being week, he was being so fucking weak. Falling in love with his enemy. At first he thought it was just curiosity but then, he couldn’t stop thinking of her.
Her hazel eyes, her angelical face and her lips.
He wanted to crash his lips against hers. He wanted to feel what being touched by light was.
But he couldn’t do that. She was a light, a child of god and he was her opposite.
Michael dreamed of her besides him, being his queen and ruling the world together. But Mallory was the purest little bird he ever saw.