Shyxextrovert Stories

she paints him like she knows him. she doesn't. but he knows her. when a demon finds a painting of himself in a human girl's art gallery. he should kill her. but he can't. Not when her eyes mirror the storm inside him. Not when her touch makes him forget he's cursed. "you painted me before you met me" he growled. "and you've haunted me ever since" she whispered