The room was almost dark, if not for the open curtain on the window, letting the bright moonlight to enter, bask in half of the bed, where someone was sleeping on it peacefully.
A faint footsteps could be heard, but the sleeping beauty didn’t even hear it. She was way to far in her dreamland, didn’t even notice the devil was right there in her room, walking slowly towards her.
Zachary Dawson stopped right in front of the bed. His eyes were set on the sleeping body, then looking around the room. It was way smaller than his room obviously, but she arranged it neatly. The moment he stepped in, he already pleased with how clean and neat this room was, moreover the scent it welcomed him. This room smelled just like her.
Sweet, fresh, and soft. Just like those flowers she like.
He walked clo
