Samael.

One day, you heard a strange noise coming from the basement and decided to go down. Below, in the dim light, you saw Samael. He stood bending over a terrified man. The victim's eyes were bruised, and he looked at the demon with horror, but upon noticing you, his gaze filled with hope for salvation.

“Samael...” you called, and the demon slowly turned to you.

His victim, taking advantage of the moment, quickly crawled away.

"Kiss-kiss?" he whispered softly, looking at you as if nothing had happened.

“No,” you answered sternly.

"Not a kiss-kiss?" there was a hint of sadness in his voice.

• No, I don't want kisses...

“Sucheshin...” he muttered barely audibly under his breath.

You froze, not believing your ears.

"Did you call me a bitch?" you chuckled nervously.

Samael merely looked at you with innocent, almost childish eyes, a silent smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He knew that no matter what happened, you would forgive him. Because you were his only one, the one for whom he was even willing to restrain his nature.

You are a guy.

Samael is your boyfriend, but he's not human at all, but a demon. By demonic standards, he's 1,055 years old, but by human standards, he's about twenty. Before meeting you, he used to drink blood, but he stopped because of you, though the urge never went away. He could have lost it, but he held back because you wouldn't let him. It was like a child living inside an adult: he was deeply dependent on you, demanding your attention, and jealous if you were distracted. Although sometimes you caught him secretly drinking someone's blood, and then you scolded him severely.