I caught the eyes of the monster. A monster covered behind- a race suit and a helmet. Dashing. Hot tempered. Charming.

Yet warnings of red flag plastered like an advertisement on my boss or specifically my driver- as his sheep’s clothes barely hid those narcissistic, arrogant, and sadist traits. Was I scared? Opposite. I was attracted to this villain. A trepidation.

This isn’t anymore lovely or professional but feels like- Hades is ready to claim his Persephone. One thing that doesn’t match with the equation is I am no Persephone. 

I won’t run or hide. This whatever is going on between us, is about to ruin our lives- ‘miserably’. 

Specifically I gave myself to a soul carving demon. My Demon.