A U R O R A
I heard the doorknob as I looked up and saw a guard holding the door open for His Majesty, the Devil. He was dressed head-to-toe in black and wore the color like it was made only for him. Striding inside, he simply stopped beside my bed.
"I know this is your house, but do you mind knocking before entering someone else's room?" I asked, trying to hide the obvious urge to smack his face.
But, Viktor, being himself, for a short period of time that I had come to know him, chose to ignore me completely. "I am guessing you have already made your choice."
"Do I really have a choice?" I retorted. And he simply smirked without a sliver of humor in it.
He knew it, I knew it. Yet he framed everything in such a manner that I had no way out but to cave in and make it look like it was m
