His Little FLOWER (Lucifer's Flower) ✓

Chapter 7

"The Devil is real.
And he is not a little red man,
With horns and tail.
He can be beautiful,
Because he's... a fallen angel.
And he used to be God's favorite."

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I stared at him, thinking he must be joking, but the look on his face told me otherwise. How could I trust that what he was saying was true? He could be anyone.

"How can I believe you?" I asked. He grinned again, and I noticed for the first time that he had dimples. His wide grin made him look younger.

"Your birthday was yesterday, and now you are 18. Before you turned 18, you needed to find 'the one,' am I right, Ella?" He didn't ask; he stated it. His answer left me in shock.

"H-how do you know that?" I stammered. He immediately came closer and gently cupped my face in his large hands. Seeing my panic, he tried to soothe me. I felt the tingles again but ignored them.

"It's alright, Ella. It's meant to be," he said softly. I remembered something that could clear all my doubts.

"Do you have a green diamond or stone?" I asked. He looked confused for a moment, then nodded.

"Can I see it?" I needed to see if it was the same one I had seen in my dream.

"Sure, wait here." He nodded and walked out of the room. In a minute, he was back with a small box.

He handed it to me before sitting back down. The wooden box was beautifully designed in an old-fashioned, unique way.

I opened the box, and a gasp slipped from my mouth as I saw the same diamond. It looked even more beautiful in reality. Taking it in my hand, I saw how brightly it shone.

"It's so beautiful," I whispered, admiring it. I looked up to see his gaze fixed on me with adoration as if he were seeing something he had longed for or something unbelievable. He smiled.

"Not more than you, Little Flower," he whispered back, his voice so intense and deep, almost as if two people were speaking in unison. It made my legs feel weak.

My cheeks felt like they were on fire as his eyes left mine and settled on my flushed face. His lips curved into a peaceful smile, revealing his pearly whites. I thought I heard him murmur something like "so adorable," but I wasn't sure.

"So, that means you—"

What he said next left me breathless. "... I am made for you, and you are mine." His voice suddenly took on a possessive, warning tone, and his eyes darkened to a deep shade of green.

I was certain that intensity wasn't directed at me, but it still sent a shiver through my body and scared me a bit. I instinctively put some distance between us. Despite his sudden change in demeanor, there was a feeling inside me that he wouldn't hurt me.

This means he is the one I was searching for, my life partner.

I am his? Does that mean he accepted me without even knowing me?

Should I ask him about that?

Will he think I'm crazy like others have?

A gentle touch on my arm startled me, snapping me out of my thoughts. His eyes had returned to their normal green-blue shade, filled with a softness that I had grown accustomed to since waking up. "Ella, all you have to do is ask, not overthink. Don't hesitate," he said tenderly. His gentle voice and reassuring look made me want to believe he wouldn't judge me like others.

"I-I saw a man t-turn into a w-wolf," I stammered, looking down, expecting him to call me crazy or laugh. But that never came. Instead, his rough thumb softly rubbed against my cold cheek, spreading a warm feeling across my face.