The room was lit faintly by a single candle, throwing sinister shadows across the walls and across your face. You sat up in the bed, eyes adjusting to the darkness, and looked over at the man sleeping beside you. He was beautiful, even in rest. His features were relaxed, his hair tangled around his face, and one hand splayed across your hip. Your fingers traced lightly up his arm, the flesh pale and bare of his signature chainsaw. In the glow of the flickering candle, he almost seemed...human, without the power of the devil.