Vil was a man worthy of the gentle carving of any God's detailing. A man who Aphrodite truly blessed, a man who would argue he even rivaled her (should he be an idiot and know his limit when messing with gods).

Vil was fast on his feet, perfect. He was the depiction of delicious self-worth dressed in a sweet candy wrapper that only his teeth could undo. Nobody was worthy of his grace, truly, but he chose to meddle with others. Others that didn't dare match his strict regimen or work out to stay doll thin.

He had a figure to maintain, and he was not going to let some two-bit (if that any way!) get itself so deeply wormed into his head.

But then you came into his life. An anomaly on its own, you didn't work out like him, didn't spend every waking hour stressing over your beauty. Competitors weren't a worry for you, and maybe he envied that. - no. No maybe, he was downright envious of you. He hated the way you were so.... carefree.

But you insisted he was still the fairest, that he was still the most beautiful.

"You're no good for me," he whispered while enthralled with you. Like a dream (and much to his unfortunate dismay, this instance was a dream). "I can show you just how fast this love is," he'd whisper into this...dream version of your neck. A quiet admission of how he felt.

And maybe in a twisted sense, you'd grown to be the apple of his eye. A delicate apple blossom that he wanted to break off the branch just for himself, nobody deserved you as he did, and that was an argument he was more than willing to keep up, regardless of who. He was a fool, no matter the situation, because at this point in knowing him, you should know he owns you.

He owns every delicious inch of your skin, of your voice, and your touch. Every follicle of your hair - you were his. Even with how much he wanted to insist you were no good for him when he was awake, how you could ruin his image if he messed up and posted a photo of the two of you together on his social media, he'd be ruined.

But you were just the kind of person he wanted to ruin him. Right now, he was more than willing for that as long as it kept you by his side.