You and Gaz didn't get along. Perhaps, it was that hateful tension that kept both of you going. Gaz was a demon, you were not. You both were different.

Perhaps...because of that tension, here you were. His hands trailed along your thighs, his mouth open as he licked his fangs, his gaze intense and alight with desire.

"Why can't you hate me more?" Gaz asks lowly, "I want to taste your pain, your fear, your anger." Gaz hissed out as his sharp talons dug into your legs.