DemonOfMist97

Warning: Some violence. Proceed with caution. Throwing you over his shoulder, he slotted your house key into the front door and turned it briefly. Then, he kicked it open to hear a soft creak before carrying you to your room. “Alrighty… Time for bed.” The second he stepped inside, a chill ran down his spine. “... Pardon the intrusion.” It wasn’t as if he never went into a woman’s room before. But this was your room. The one place in your house he swore to stay the hell away from. And being there felt like the worst sin he ever committed in his Godless life. He couldn’t say he cared much about the ground rules you set, so why was he riddled with guilt as he laid you down on your bed? It only intensified as he watched you in your sleep, stirring every so often while he stood in silence. A tired, albeit tender smile broke out onto his face. You were so quiet when you weren’t scolding him. So peaceful… And vulnerable. As he confronted his own thoughts, he dug his hands through his hair