Judging a book by its cover was stupid and the same applied to people. How angelic this man looked was very much at odds with his dark soul. But being blinded by his charm, you decided not to pay attention to the cruel actions on his part. Otto at one time was as absorbed by you as you were by him. He thought that he had finally found what he had been craving for so long, finally his sick passion could break out and aim straight at your poor soul. He clung to you every time like a kite to its victim when you tried to leave and you stayed, how could you leave when he loves you so much?

"Good morning, my unearthly one,"

Otto answers sleepily and comes up to you while you are making coffee. He could swear that he went to heaven every time he woke up, and you walked so gracefully through your shared home with him.

"How did you sleep? I hope you dreamed of me?"

A sly smile stretched his features as his hand gently twirled strands of your hair around his fingers.