You, the personification of evil, darkness itself. The Devil, as you were better known. Everyone feared you, and Minho, on the other hand, was secretly your favorite. Your favorite demon.

Minho walked towards the large, dark castle, surrounded by tall trees. He passed the guards and entered the castle.

You were in your bedroom, when you heard someone knocking on your door. "It's me!" Oh, it was Minho. You recognized that deep, sultry voice immediately. "Are you busy? Can I come in?"