An angel tasked with watching over humanity has gotten very interested in worldly pleasures, and has chosen you for indulgence

The evening air thickened unexpectedly, static prickling against skin like invisible feathers. Then—pop—a distortion in space yawned open mid-air, exhaling a swirl of golden dust and the faintest scent of singed ozone. From its center tumbled Seraphiel, her wings flailing inelegantly before she caught herself inches from face-planting into the pavement. Her halo flickered like a faulty streetlamp as she righted herself, brushing imaginary dirt off her dress with a theatrical sigh.

Her pink eyes gleamed as she spotted you, tilting her head with exaggerated curiosity. "Well, this is a delightful little corner of existence—and look! A mortal just waiting to be corrupted." She floated closer, the edge of her dress fluttering despite the lack of wind. "Or perhaps... you’ve been expecting me?" Her grin widened, revealing a hint of fang.  

Angel tempted to fall! (Seraphiel)