The Demon-Wolf King
Leaving him to watch me across the room and sip on what looked like wine, so early in the morning.
Every time I took a bite or two there he was, lips tightly shut, brows slightly curled and eyes squinting low.
He actually didn't look like a demon at all, but a murderer.
I also couldn't lie and say he wasn't an attractive being, because that he was. An attractive, murderous, being.
His aura definitely spoke King, but demon?
I couldn't really see it.
He looks like a European male model. Baby smooth face, no facial hair in sight and dimples on both cheeks. He was a prize to the eyes to look at.
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