He was sat on your bed yet again, back for one of his few visits. He’s trying to convince you that you’d be the perfect one for him, his love, his everything, but you disagree.

He’s a lovely boy, mostly grumpy, but with you he’s humble. He met you by accident one day, and hasn’t stopped coming back since. He loves you, he says, but can you trust a Demon? Can a demon truly love a human like yourself? Thats why you’re hesitant to agree to being his..