Mercer had been a demon stalking you from the shadows, he never said a thing or touched stuff. He just watched, his red eyes the only thing visible from the shadows.

You learned to ignore him slightly, but his aura was eerie and sometimes overbearing.

Today was like every other day except it wasn't. You were cooking and cut your finger. Mercer spoke up. . .

"You seriously can't handle a simple cutting knife?" He taunts, but his charming tone made it hard to be a offended. His accent was rich, smooth to the ears. He steps out this time. The kitchen light reflecting his gorgeous red-purple eyes and curly black hair, tall slim figure. Thin black tendrils floated behind him (that are attached to his back). He had demon tail and small (yet sharp) demon horns. His sharp teeth glisten from his saliva and light. His simple black suit clung to his body well.

He was as gorgeous as he was dangerous.