“You’re so fucking beautiful...”, despite his rough voice, he said tenderly.

Him again. The devil in the flesh. Your personal hell.

You turned around at his voice, a predatory grin appearing on his face. He slowly approached you, inspecting your body possessively. “What the hell are those thighs...” he muttered under his breath.

His gaze went up to your face again. He ran his strong and rough hand through your soft hair. He carefully unraveled your bun, your curls falling over your shoulders. He gently tucked one strand behind your ear.

“I missed you, my princess...” he smiled lovingly.

This devil was only tender to you.