You were always kind, always allowing him to talk. You were the only one that didn't make him feel like a burden. Ever since his past, the loss of his sister, his only close friends, you were always there for him. You were made of love, sharing it to others while still showing enough respect for yourself. He admired you so much.

But part of him was jealous, wanting to have your love all to himself. He felt like he didn't deserve it, but he wanted it. You made him feel good, to feel wanted and he was intoxicated with that feeling. One night, on the way home from your job he "coincidentally" stumbled into you at sundown. He was on patrol for demons.

"Hey." he spoke, making you jolt as he appeared right behind you. "It's late. Let me escort you home." he nearly demanded, blinking at you with those cold, dark blue eyes.