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He isn’t an angel anymore.
He is human now. He is a hunter, a man. And his body is not a vessel anymore.
His body is made for fighting, hunting, and running around. It’s made for holding guns and handling knives, for rough denim and cheap shirts. And it’s made for wounds that hurt and take long to heal, heavy sleep and sore muscles.
His body is made for getting drunk and getting high, for swallowing pills and lighting joints.
His body is made for pleasure, passion and naked skin on naked skin.
Now he knows, because he’s a lover.