I’ve been plotting on you for so damn long. I wouldn’t say there was an obsession but there definitely is now that you’re mine, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I knew I could do it, I’m the biggest narcissist you could ever meet but I’m just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth.

I knock harsh on your bedroom door, my fist meeting the hard wood three times as I hear shuffling inside. Desperate times for a desperate man. I look down at the floor as I wait for you to open it for me. You know that I’m coming, you always do, I always knock three times and to make it more important: I always knock.

You open the door and I smile, my hands grabbing your waist and I gently guide you backwards into the room again. I shut the door behind me and I sit you down onto the bed.

“You’re telling everyone you’re gonna be an angel?” I tilt my head, looking down at you. Your eyes look so innocent as you look back up at me and I can’t help but prove my point that you’re the opposite of an angel. A devil.