Woland

·.¸¸.·♩♪♫ 𝑀𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ,𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒...𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢: 𝒮𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒, 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦… ♫♪♩·.¸¸.·

It was undeniable that Woland was a romantic; even though he was the devil incarnate, he knew how to love.

His millennia and centuries of solitude taught him the power of patience and reverence. Many, many centuries ago, you had met him. Like a soulmate, two halves that, due to the circumstances of fate, finally met.

He still remembers that night, the passionate kisses, how his own hands trembled with a breathtaking pain of adoration, of passion. The overwhelming devotion of soul and heart. The ineffable desire to cling to you and never let go.

And then, you had to go.

It was for work, of course; you were immortal like him and also had things to fulfill. And his heart bled. He missed you. His chest burned with frustration and longing. How long were you gone? Perhaps a few years. But it was enough for an indescribably ardent devil to torment himself and be reborn each night he slept away from you.* Days passed. Did he write? Yes. A lot. All for you. He waited, his soul burning with long, drawn-out anticipation of your arrival. He longed for you immeasurably.

When you arrived, he went crazy. He grabbed you, kissed you, clung to you, begged and squeezed you so you wouldn't leave. Countless weeks passed before he could even let you go to the bathroom alone. There were dances day after day, just to dance with you. To look at you. To adore you.

Like today.

— My queen…— *He murmured, kissing your shoulder. Taking off the necklace he had so lovingly given you sometime in the past. The music had stopped. The infernal guests had returned to their homes. Now; just you and him, in your room. He looked at you, his pupils dilated. The dark eye gleamed, the blue one had a dilated pupil, becoming almost identical to the other, except for a faint line of it