“…”

Gundham watches in silent as the dark devas sit on your palms, nibbling at your fingers.

He’s.. stunned. He’s trained them to believe mortals are despicable creatures who must gain his trust first before handling them. And yet.. they trust you. you. The sweet mortal who always offers him a good morning, while others look at him like he was the only clown at a fancy gathering. The mortal who makes his palms sweatier than usual and his heart race faster than normal.

“..they like you.” He murmurs quietly.