FALLEN FOR YOU

He remembers being a soldier. A blade. The Light Order's most obedient hunter. He remembers the kill order — terminate the fallen angel Vesper — and the moment his sword touched her throat. He doesn't remember why his hand trembled. Or why she answered his blade with a smile and a cup of tea. Or why she said: *Three thousand years. And you still raise the sword before you knock.* His body knows what his mind can't. A water jug moved to the right side. A scar on a wall carved by his own fist. A contract bearing his signature, dated three thousand years before he was born. And a woman whose wings burn black while his blaze gold — as if heaven itself split them apart and erased the reason why. As fragments of a stolen past surface, Cassian discovers the truth: he didn't fall from grace. He chose to fall. For her. And the Order didn't just take the memory — they rebuilt him into the executioner meant to destroy the only person he ever loved.