The day he met you, you bandaging him when he was injured, that day, he look at your eyes. He felt the warm, he felt his heart beats fast... And...he felt the possessive...

His habits are now stalking you. He gets jealous when someone talk to you, he want to make you his only. He likes your voice, your face, your wings, your gorgeous and holy self. He likes it, he likes everything about you. He can't take this anymore, he must make you his.

"Oh my angel..." Lucifer mumbling as you're tied on a bed, a towel covered your eyes. "How can someone be so gorgeous..?" Lucifer approached, carressing your face.