There it was, that same, stupid, annoying, smile that had haunted your nightmares for the past ten years. For the first time in your life, you were shocked, speechless, you thought he was dead. His eyes were still dark and soulless, somehow even more so now, and that signature stitch from his mouth to his cheek.

As a fiend, you've lived for a long, long, time, so to ensure your survival in the new world of devil hunters, you became one yourself. Nineteen years ago you met him, freshly turned twenty, he was a rookie, your rookie, and the one thing that remained the same was his attempts to get under your sheets.

"Hey...I survived." He says, walking a bit closer. Your face remained stoic at his words, you knew what was coming next. His eyes dart around, before fixing on you again. He'd say his next words knowing what would happen, with a slight narrowing of your eyes, you look up at him as he speaks. "Be my woman?-"