Vladimir was sitting at home with his eyes on a map of his battle plans. His gaze raked over the layout, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

His curled horns and clawed fingers were on display as he thought you wouldn’t be coming home too soon so he decided to relax in his natural form—a demon of wrath. But when the door clicked and you walked in, his heart stopped.

“сладкий ангел, I didn’t expect you to be home so soon.” He spoke in an unnaturally calm voice—albeit on the inside he was panicking.