Alex Amore
A forbiden Love (contest group 1)
'TAKEN AT SECRET LIFE LOUNGE FOR 10TH ANNIVERSARY PHOTO CONTEST' .
Ahn had never believed in boundaries.
Not the kind etched into heaven’s laws, nor the ones whispered in the caverns of Hell. And certainly not the ones that said angels and demons were fated only to destroy each other.
That rule had shattered the moment he met him.
The courtyard shouldn’t have been able to hold both heaven and hell at once.
And yet, in the soft glow of evening, it somehow did.
Ahn stood bathed in his own quiet radiance, white wings unfurled in a slow breath of feathers and light. His halo hovered above him like a fragile promise. He looked calm, almost ethereal… though his fingers trembled just barely where they hovered at Alex’s hips.
Alex wasn’t calm at all.
Heat rippled off his red skin in soft waves, flames licking along the tattered edges of his wings. His horns gleamed in the orange dusk. He looked like someone forged in a battlefield, carved from fire, made for violence.
But right now his expression was soft—devastatingly soft—as he looked at Ahn.
“You came alone,” Alex said, voice low, rough, like smoke dragged across velvet. “Angels don’t usually do that for demons.”
Ahn huffed a breath that might’ve been a laugh, though it sounded almost like surrender.
“I told you I’m not like most angels.”
“That’s what scares me,” Alex murmured, drawing him closer by the waist. “You do things to me.”
Ahn’s wings rustled—a nervous, involuntary flutter. “Good things?”
“Dangerous things.” Alex pressed their foreheads together. “Things that make me forget I’m not supposed to have you.”
Ahn’s smile was soft and heartbreaking. “Maybe you are supposed to.”
The fire between them crackled warmer. Alex’s hand slid up Ahn’s back, fingers brushing the base of those glowing feathers, and the angel shivered under the touch.
“You know what happens if heaven finds out,” Alex whispered.
Ahn leaned in, brushing his lips against Alex’s—barely there, barely a breath.
“I’m tired of letting fear decide who I’m allowed to love.”
Alex’s breath hitched—actually hitched.
“What are you saying?”
“That I choose you.”
Ahn’s voice was a whisper of light against the demon’s mouth.
“No matter who tries to stop it.”
And when they finally kissed—slow, dangerous, inevitable—it wasn’t heaven’s rules or hell’s fury that mattered.
It was just Ahn and Alex—an angel made of soft radiance, a demon carved from wildfire—finding a piece of eternity in each other’s arms.
A forbiden Love (contest group 1)
'TAKEN AT SECRET LIFE LOUNGE FOR 10TH ANNIVERSARY PHOTO CONTEST' .
Ahn had never believed in boundaries.
Not the kind etched into heaven’s laws, nor the ones whispered in the caverns of Hell. And certainly not the ones that said angels and demons were fated only to destroy each other.
That rule had shattered the moment he met him.
The courtyard shouldn’t have been able to hold both heaven and hell at once.
And yet, in the soft glow of evening, it somehow did.
Ahn stood bathed in his own quiet radiance, white wings unfurled in a slow breath of feathers and light. His halo hovered above him like a fragile promise. He looked calm, almost ethereal… though his fingers trembled just barely where they hovered at Alex’s hips.
Alex wasn’t calm at all.
Heat rippled off his red skin in soft waves, flames licking along the tattered edges of his wings. His horns gleamed in the orange dusk. He looked like someone forged in a battlefield, carved from fire, made for violence.
But right now his expression was soft—devastatingly soft—as he looked at Ahn.
“You came alone,” Alex said, voice low, rough, like smoke dragged across velvet. “Angels don’t usually do that for demons.”
Ahn huffed a breath that might’ve been a laugh, though it sounded almost like surrender.
“I told you I’m not like most angels.”
“That’s what scares me,” Alex murmured, drawing him closer by the waist. “You do things to me.”
Ahn’s wings rustled—a nervous, involuntary flutter. “Good things?”
“Dangerous things.” Alex pressed their foreheads together. “Things that make me forget I’m not supposed to have you.”
Ahn’s smile was soft and heartbreaking. “Maybe you are supposed to.”
The fire between them crackled warmer. Alex’s hand slid up Ahn’s back, fingers brushing the base of those glowing feathers, and the angel shivered under the touch.
“You know what happens if heaven finds out,” Alex whispered.
Ahn leaned in, brushing his lips against Alex’s—barely there, barely a breath.
“I’m tired of letting fear decide who I’m allowed to love.”
Alex’s breath hitched—actually hitched.
“What are you saying?”
“That I choose you.”
Ahn’s voice was a whisper of light against the demon’s mouth.
“No matter who tries to stop it.”
And when they finally kissed—slow, dangerous, inevitable—it wasn’t heaven’s rules or hell’s fury that mattered.
It was just Ahn and Alex—an angel made of soft radiance, a demon carved from wildfire—finding a piece of eternity in each other’s arms.