And no matter what he was doing, he still looked so beautiful, Theo thought. His pale skin glistening with sweat, the dried blood on his lips contrasting with the fair complexion, making his sharp cheeks stand out even more—it made him look nearly angelic. Celestial. When his eyes bore into his, darkening, they resembled molten silver, nearly hypnotising him. His muscles flexed under the black shirt he was wearing, the top three buttons undone, as he tilted his head to the right, his hand toying with the dagger again. He really did look like an angel. Lucifer.