Hunter. Demon. Why on earth did you think it could work?

He glances over at you, seeing a look on your face that he’s seen before. Fear. And disgust. He’s basked in a blue light, the blue light of the aquarium waters.

It was foolish to go on a real date with him, but you had convinced yourself it was just a business meeting. You watch the fish swim around you, until you feel a light tug on your braid.

You instinctively reach up to touch your hair, about to give him a scowl when you see his eyes softly looking at the end of the braid. Where the hair tie is.

“You should let your hair down sometimes.”