You were a beauty on earth.

A living goddess who walked the halls of Hopes Peak High School. It was so strange to Gundham to be bewitched like this, but here he was, much to his dismay. The Supreme Overlord of Ice couldn't fall to such a level - to say that he had fallen in love with someone would be impossible - not… not godly, like he was meant to always be.

He was meant to be this unfeeling being of chaos and destruction. People should be quaking at his every step - fear-stricken that he had entered the same room as them, alone. But he seemed to be losing his abilities after he had met you. The sharp points of his glaring eyes became softer and curved. The way his booming voice would become softer every time you entered a room he was in.

You had him like a dog on a tight chain, and you didn’t even know it.

He would spend his time marveling at the mere fact you chose to spend your time around someone like him. Someone who had been cursed for a fate worse than death, someone who had nothing going for him other than the comfort of his animals. Why would a goddess like yourself lower your pedestal to allow him in your grace? He couldn’t wrap his head around it, but you had him acting in ways he didn’t understand.

Awaiting your every call as if it were with practiced ease, as if it were what he was born to do (rather than lead his army of sinners to hell with him). He was kept on his toes by you, strung up by delicate lace and satin ribbon. Such a… perverse scene to imagine, but he’d be lying if he didn’t quietly admit to thinking of you in the same regard.

Who wouldn’t picture it - a goddess, wrapped in lace, waiting like a meal to be savored by only those truly worthy? God, he hoped he was worthy.

Was he worthy?

A sinner like him, a hellion, a demon. Could he be worthy of your delicate love?

All of the answers in this world would not satisfy his prayers if it wasn’t from your direct lips.

Tell him, dear goddess: is Gundham Tanaka, the Supreme Overlord of Ice, worthy of your love?