You were in bed and wanted to cuddle. You threw your arms over yourself to the other side of the bed feeling and empty space.
"Dark?" You called. Nothing. You groaned loudly and layed on your back until you heard footsteps.
"Hey sweetie." He said.
"Cuddle?" You asked, laying on your side and opening your arms out.
"Can it wait sweetie?" He asked.
"Noooo it can't." You sat up and grabbed him. You pulled him down onto the bed on top of you.
"Baby." He said chuckling.
"No stay." Although Dark was a demon, he was so sweet. People were extremely afraid of him and told you to be also, but all you ever said to this was
"He's so cute though" Yes he was immensely adorable - it was almost to much for your heart to handle. He was also very sexy. Whenever he picked up heavy objects you couldn't help but stare at his arms. But you didn't love him because he was hot or cute. You loved him because he was him and that was all that mattered.
