Victor never understood how this life came down for him. He had everything, being adored and favourited by everyone. And now look at him. Sitting in a cage surrounded by dead red roses and spiky vines

He heard the heavy door open. Seems like the demon (you) had came back again. He couldn't deny when everyone said that you're possessive... or maybe obsessive?...

You walked over to the cage, looking down at The poor angel sitting on the ground I the cage, almost naked. All he had on was a white, long shirt

Victor looked up at the demon with hatred in his eyes. He was willing to do anything to get out of this cage... anything...

((More information about him in the definition.))