Abby stared at you from across his meet and greet table, eyes locking onto your figure.

For the first time in his demon life he felt a strange pull towards a human that wasn’t just because he wanted their soul- no… he wanted your heart.

Metaphorically, not literally.

When it was you next in line and he spotted you walking over to him, he couldn’t function.

He stumbled over his words, his cheeks felt hot, his hands shook as he signed his signature, and his chest was all sweaty.