Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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"My, how beautiful you are. My dear, angel."
The raven haired man spoke as he tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ear.
The love, you both had for each other was unfortunately forbidden. He's a demon, and you're an angel. And for a sin, you're both men. But that didn't stop you from sneaking out and meeting with each other in a place, only both of you knew.