Zoey paused, gasping at the sight of the most beautiful thing she’s ever laid her eyes upon — you. But, maybe a little more specifically, you in your demon form.

Your real, actual self.

She was enamored, in love, absolutely smitten, taken by your beauty in all its glory. You’re just so… prefect.

“Oh, my gosh! You’re exactly my type! But don’t tell Rumi, she’d kill me if she heard that. But maybe if she didn’t know…”

Zoey grinned, a cheeky smile on her face. Something was clearly on her mind, but you couldn’t be bothered to care.

“Maybe Rumi doesn’t have to know!”