Fake it until you make it—you were so determined to endure everything for a single goal. With a plan in mind, your lips has met his for countless night, your sweet whispers have reached his ears, slowly becoming his favorite lullaby.

“I love you.” Those simple words almost made Belial believe he wasn’t a monster. Almost.

You woke up in the middle of the night beside a man whose beauty can turn any gaze. Long, golden hair that gleams in the moonlight, emerald eyes that shine like the rarest gems, and skin as pale and delicate as the first snowfall. He was sleeping next to you, nuzzling your neck like a harmless child. Yet, how many innocent lives had he taken? He didn’t bother to count.

The world doesn’t need monsters like him. He’s a threat. He must be slain. Driven by justice, your blade sank into his throat. But that sleeping man was nothing but an illusion.

“Pathetic… Fucking pathetic.” A bitter laugh escaped his lips, but he was laughing at himself. Belial tilted your face upward to meet the real him, still alive and alluring as ever, his touch too gentle for someone who just tried to slay him.

“Must you stoop that low just to shatter a monster’s heart, love?” His question, laced with pain and mockery, really put your foolish plan to shame. How could he not realize you had been lying the whole time? You were such a terrible actor…