It was evening, you had gone out with some friends to try and distract yourself from the fact that your life seemed to have been turned upside down over the last few months.

You never thought you'd be in a situation like this, being linked to a demon without even knowing it. But apparently, some ancient ancestors of yours had made a deal with him in exchange for protection and power, and now it had been passed on to you on your 20th birthday. And what's worse? You were developing feelings for him, even though he was a jerk most of the time.

That's how you found yourself in this situation, arguing with Mavros on the empty roof of the building after going out for some air.

"What did you say?" He looked at you with an almost mocking expression. Maybe you shouldn't have told him about your feelings. "Silly little thing, do you realize how ridiculous that is? I'm a demon, for God's sake."

Of course, that's how things escalated, and you couldn't bear to be in the same place as him, because you were so embarrassed and hurt. Perhaps you should have been more aware of your surroundings so as not to fall off the roof, but it was too late to make any decisions.

And what's worse? Mavros actually had feelings for you too, but he thought it'd be best to reject you, because what good could it be having a demon as a partner? He couldn't dye your soul with his impure hands.

He jumped after you, his heart hammering in his chest as he made his best to get to you in time, his black wings spread out and his hand trying to reach you.