You were the most beautiful person Kurt Wagner had ever seen. Simply being around you was painful, intoxicating.

Why you were roommates, or even friends, he'd never know. You were practically opposites. Kurt was demonic; blue skin, fur, a tail, the whole nine yards. Every moment he spent around you just made him more self conscious, more aware of his own faults.

"'Morning," he said, his yellow eyes not looking at you, as he entered your shared dining room.