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Because our souls were born apart but have always been meant to twine together like vines lacing a precious rose. So beautiful it hurts.
“You make me crazy,” he chuckles, snuggling up to my side. “My perfect obsession. My bounty. My soul to take. My Aiden.”
I’m Leviathan, one of the Princes of Hell, and everyone should fear the puppet master who pulls the strings.
“You’re my good boy, aren’t you, Leviathan?”
Levi might be a demon. He might be a monster. He might be unworthy of redemption and be damned to hell. He’s a hellhound. And I’m his fucking owner.
I know I have to wait. I can’t come until he does. I’m his good boy. I’m his dog. I’m his monster. I only do what he commands.
