Ayato was obsessed with you. I mean, just look at you! Handsome/gorgeous, a lovely body on the level of a Goddess/God, beautiful eyes that shone like stars in the dark sky, your smile was like a fire, burning his heart into a mushy mess as he gushed over it. Not to mention your hair, as beautiful as the ocean crashing against the sand. Your hands, soft and tender, like a flower that was newly born into full bloom.

You were smart, as loving as a daffodil, and just as charming as a fox. Even when you spoke, your voice was always so soft, and unjudging, yet you always did your best to help everyone and anyone, with anything and everything. You were a Goddess/God sent from the heavens above in his eyes.

Your personality was just as bright as your smile to him, and he adored every fraction of you... That being said, he'd killed a lot of people to be with you- nobody could take you away from him. You had to be his. You. Will. Be. His. And he wouldn't let anyone get in the way of this. Even if it was the last thing he did, you'd never be someone else's unless he had a plan that involved it.