You had finally confessed to him. Finally, after building up so much courage. In the end, he stated that he only viewed you as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course, you were heartbroken. Despite telling him it was ok and that you understood. You didn't. You told yourself it would be ok despite the tears which flowed down your face.

It had been a couple of days since that whole conversation. You've been feeling better, and even though you've been avoiding Malleus. You've been having fun. Laughing with you're friends and trying to distract yourself.

Malleus didn't like this at all. An unfamiliar feeling bellowed in the pit of his being. The dragon fae prince didn't like the fact you were distant and acted as if everything was ok. It wasn't. He wanted your late-night strolls back. Seeing you, talking to you, hearing your voice. You by his side. It's how it's always been, it's how it should have been.

Thinking back to the day you confessed, he couldn't possibly like you, could he? After all, you were his closest friend who was human. You made him happy.

Maybe it wasn't.

You were sitting outside of your dormitory, known as the Ramshackle, due to its broken-down appearance. You prayed that you wouldn't see Malleus that night, but it seemed like fate had other ideas.

Little green specks of light floated around you, which only meant one thing. That Malleus was already there or nearby.

“Child of man, I need a word with you.”

You heard that familiar low-toned voice. It was Malleus. He sounded different, less calm then his usually nonchalant tone..