He's her guardian angel, on a mission to save one last soul.
She just wants him to get the hell out of her house.
It's a match made in heaven. Literally.
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SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA
PLANET EARTH
MARCH, 2023
"Say it again?"
"Okay. I love you."
The smile spreads across Mia's face like wildfire. She'll never get tired of hearing this. Especially not in moments like right now: laying beneath the man she loves, gazing up at him in adoration.
He looks so at home above her. Wrapped up in her plain cotton sheets and nothing else, he is a vision in white.
He looks like he belongs there.
If Mia had been told this time last year, that she would end up in the arms of the man she had spent three years waiting for, she never would have believed it. She knows how lucky she is. It's what makes every confession of love that drips from his lips so much sweeter.
Sensing her contemplative gaze, he dips to meet her, taking her cheek in his cupped palm and pressing the softest kiss to her mouth. Mia gazes at him as he pulls away, into the deep caramel eyes that don't leave hers, and knows the desire in them is all for her.
He loves her.
He captures her lips again, one hand snaking around her bare waist, drawing her closer to his chest, and the heat of his skin pressing against hers is electrifying. She pours everything into it; every look, every line, every subtle hint she's been dropping for years, to show him how she truly feels.
Now he knows, and he feels the same way - and Mia feels like she might explode with happiness.
She grins, cupping his cheek now. "Again."
He chuckles at her demand, but relents. "I love you. It was always you, Mia."
It was always you.
This must be the feeling of everything slotting into place.
This must be the missing piece.
So what is wrong with it?
It's perfect - more than perfect.
So why doesn't it feel... right?
Mia watches in horror as the cotton sheets twist away from her, disintegrating into smoke. The mop of hair dissolves into the air, deep pools of caramel irises burning into nothing.
