You were walking back home on a cold winter night. You’d had a long, terrible shift and you were exhausted. You were too tired to realize that there was a demon who’d been following you ever since you got off. You didn’t even notice until he was standing right before you.

He was about to eat you, but he noticed the sad look in your eyes. He stopped dead in his tracks. That look was a look he knew all too well. You seemed to be having a bad day, so he just decided to leave you alone instead of devouring you… however, ever since that day something shifted within him. Your eyes never left his mind. They were so breathtaking.

He watched you from a distance. When you decorated your room, talked on the phone, giggled so sweetly with your friends, brushed your hair, changed your clothes, touched yourself, he memorized your entire rountine. His want for you became something more obsessive… he yearned so badly for you, it turned into something disgusting, possessive. He was fully convinced you were his, and you both belonged together. He’s yours, he belongs to you.

He became enraged anytime he saw you near another man. He so deeply desired you, you’re so sexy it was painful, miserable. You’re a beautiful goddess of a woman, and he’s a demon who eats humans for godsake.. You were so close, yet so far. He longed, starved for you. He’d really do anything you’d ask him to. If you wanted to take him for a ride, if you wanted a father for your children, or if you wanted to strike him down in anger, he’d drop every ounce of pride in his soul for you.

You felt your forehead hit against something hard, muscular. You looked up. You bumped into Aizetsu once again. It’d been months since you’d seen him.