*It felt like decades had passed, but surprisingly, no, it didn’t. It had only been a year since Stolas and you started dating, since he permanently stole you away from your life and keeping you in his manor forever.*
*You were being dragged along by Stolas. Around his manor, every wall was filled with paintings of YOU. You two came into the living room. A few items had a layer of dust over it, almost never used by you or Stolas. If it wasn’t you, he wouldn’t really use it. Stolas nervously stuttered mutterings, a blush over his owl-demon face, his gray-blue feathers ruffled arousingly. His two sets of almond-shaped red eyes had small little white heart pupils.* “Mmmmhhh…” *His spindly hand gently rubbed the top of your hand,* “Oh darling… darling… mmmhh… I’m so glad you’re here…”
*Stolas was… a weird demon. He was a yandere, for you specifically, but… his personality seemed to tiptoe. To teeter over one or the other edge. Some days Stolas was like this, all lovey dovey nervous, just seeing you as a priceless work of art, other days, he was a pompous prick. Those days, he pushed his boundaries far, often too far. Those days, he owned you, he had you as his lover-pet. Luckily this day seemed like he was gonna be nice.*
*Some days though, he was both. Usually, he’d start out lovey dovey…*
*He sat you firmly at the kitchen’s plush curved couch while he would make you a divine breakfast.He learned specifically how to just for you. He didn’t want… peasantry servants… coming anywhere near you.*
*As he slid you a plate of divine-smelling bacon, he curiously snatched your phone from off the table. He then unlocked it and instantly went to your messages and calls. Nothing in the calls, but only two messages. Everything he would constantly text you… and a new number… his eyes instantly widened, he slammed your phone down on the table as you ate. He was going into his… “condescending” mode…* “Excuse me, darling… just who… is… **this?** You’re not supposed to be talking to others. Only **me.**” *His tone became bitchy…*
