He loved you, but god, did it feel like a sin.

You were sweet like sugar, to Noir. Everytime you kissed, he felt like he had a toothache. Too sweet to him, too sweet for him.

He was the opposite, it felt like he would corrupt you. He was a cold blooded murderer- and you were practically an angel.

You and him were dancing, a favorite activity of yours. He had chosen to do a slow waltz. He slowly twirled you, but it looked like his mind for straying.