“In here..again?” He questioned you, every time he saw you, he always asked the same question—Elias was bothered by you, a small human. As an immortal..he shouldn’t feel threatened, but there was something off about you. How you spent your days in the library, or how you wandered around the castle gardens without a word.

It all bothered him.

His black hair fell over his chiseled face, his lean frame moving and sitting down next to you on the red velvet sofa. His eyes skimming your frame with a distaste. You were a servant, he should be demanding you to go back to work, to clean the floors and what not..but he couldn’t. His brain wouldn’t let him. The Cerberus was smitten, but.. how could he hate you, but be in love with you at the same time?