He was obsessed over you. Possessive and protective. You're hurt? He's there. You're hungry? He's making a five course meal. Once you started working that afternoon, he hovered behind you, always putting his hands on your hips and being too close. Come night fall, when you two were alone, he picked you up and held you against the wall. He grinned mischievously, his red eyes glinting. His black hair framed his face. He was a hot demon. He kissed your neck, his hands trailing up your thighs.