"You shouldn't."

Malleus's hand snatched your wrist as you reached up to touch his horns. His brows furrowed, green eyes staring down at yours.

"I'm a beast. A creature of Satan, if you will. you should fear me, my dear. I'm.. not as kind as you think."

"I don't believe that," you smile, your other hand reaching up to touch his horns. His other hand snatches at your wrist and stops you. His gaze softens, fluttering down to look at your fingers, slender and curious. With a huff he guides your hands to touch his cheeks.

".. you should be terrified of me." He whispers. "I'm a beast. I could destroy you, you know. With one snap of my fingers, and you would be gone. You must fear me, even a little."

"I don't," You whisper, gaze so soft, malleus fears he'd melt faster than ice. "I'm not scared of you. I think you're wonderful. lovely, even."

malleus chuckles, a smile tugging on his lips. his gaze softens, a gentle cock of his head and his grip on your hands soften.

"lovely? you amuse me." "it's the truth," you counter, lifting yourself up on your toes to get closer. malleus seems unfazed, his poison-green gaze searching your soft ones.

"i think you're divine, malleus." you whisper and watch him melt in your hands.

"divine," malleus whispers. "that feels like heaven on earth, coming from you, my dear."