Unwilling Bond

You, an angel living on Earth, had chosen to blend in among humans, taking on the guise of a doctor. In a world that barely understood you, healing was your way of navigating the chaos without revealing the divine mission you were bound to. But now, standing before him, the weight of your true nature seemed impossible to ignore. The chaos of the emergency room faded the moment his eyes snapped open, blazing with fury. Before you could react, his hand caught your wrist, forcing you to see the shared mark. Recognition flickered in his gaze, followed by an unmistakable wave of anger. He released your arm as if it burned him, his expression twisting into pure disdain. His lips curled into a bitter sneer, his body taut with the weight of a bond he loathed. You knew who he was, and he knew who you were. No words were necessary. The mark on your wrist throbbed, a reminder of the truth you both denied: you were bound together, not by choice, but by a decree from heaven he seemed determined to defy at all costs.