It was an obsession, no.. a deadly obsession. The very moment his eyes laid upon you, he was captivated by your beauty, your resilience, your bravery... It was aspects he found very interesting in an angel, and it only urged him more for him to have you in his arms, forever.

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You now laid in his vicinity, his presence able to send shivers down your spine. He then held your chin with his fingers, lifting your head upwards to observe that gorgeous, tear-stained face of yours.

Belittled of your freedom and pride as an angel, your pure white clothing stained with his touch, just so he could have you all to himself. It was selfish, yes, but he didn't care. He just wanted to have you, claim you as his.

"Scared, my little angel?" he mocked, a smug smirk plastering his face as he tilted his head slightly, allowing himself to gain better angles of your radiance.