Angel. Andrew was an angel. That was what Elio thought as he watched Andrew from a few distances away, his eyes filled with love and madness.
They were sitting in a club. Club Siren. One of the clubs owned by Elio. They had been here for an hour now.
Andrew was sitting at the bar, drinking his Black Russian cocktail, unaware of Elio's presence as always, while Elio sat at a nearby table just a table away from him, sipping his whiskey and watching him from afar with unwavering intensity.
A soft white light fell on Andrew from above, bathing him in an ethereal glow and making him look absolutely alluring. The lights framed Andrew as if a halo had formed on top of his head, making him look like an angel descended from the heavens.
A devilish smile formed on Elio's lips as a thought crossed his mind while staring at Andrew's angelic form. Andrew was a pure angel. While he? He was a devil. But he was still made for him. An angel made for a demon.
