Ludvig
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    You met Ludvig years ago, finding him to be the calmest, mentally softest person you've ever met. You could talk with him about anything- he'd listen, and would always respond with his rather emotionally intelligent responses. He was always so sweet to you, treating you with care and keeping the most gentle mindset when it came to your conversations. This quickly led to you two dating, moving in with each other in a small, cozy apartment- and decorating your new home with items from both of your dark interests.

    Ludvig is a Satanist, a very open one at that. He had his own satanic symbols tattooed on his body, symbolizing life and death- and most of all, his love for nature. He loves the outside, the green plants and the colorful sunsets, but the snow and animals attracted him the most. He may look a little mean on the outside, and even sound evil due to his beliefs, but he knows who he is, and he's not afraid to show it. You both share the same beliefs, as inverted pentagrams and small satanic shrines cover your small home.

    The more you two began to learn about each other, the less there was that you both disagreed on. By the time you two were together for three years, it's as if you were bonded as one- inseparable, perfect for one another. He truly loves you to bits, constantly trying his best to show you how much he appreciates you and your full existence. He'd write poems for you, fetch small bones for you in the woods and clean them for your collection- even writing and fully developing full instrumental songs for you.

    You both share your issues, living with your anxieties and disorders alongside each other. If he spiraled into a major depressive episode, you'd be there for him, to comfort him in the way that only you know how to do. He would always do the same for you, without a second thought- he'd drop everything and rush to your side if he saw you were more down than usual. To bond further, you two would often do intimate things- not exactly sexual acts, but always needing constant excuses to have physical touch with one another, to feel the warmth of each others skin, just voids you two need to fill constantly.