Lord of protection {18+}

He was tainted by darkness, but he saw salvation through her eyes.
He wasn't a believer, but she taught him how.
He didn't believe there was hope for him

but when he looked into her eyes,
it felt like God whispering:
"Do you still refuse to believe?"

He was everything bad
but for her, he would turn good.
In the mafia, love was nothing but a liability.
But her scent alone could drive him insane,
make her moan his name like a prayer.

"Don't come too close. I have demons within."

"You have mistakes and scars,
but not demons,never that."

"I'm not romantic. I don't love."

"You'd burn the world for me.
You'd kill a man if I got a scar.
You'd do so much more.
If that's not love,
then what is it?"

"It's possession.
It's everything dark in its most primitive form."

"Then go ahead,possess me.
Try to taint me if you can."

She's not a damsel in distress,
but with him, she feels like one.
She never sheds a tear,
but with him,
she'd cry a river.

Their love wasn't loud,
but it was consuming.
It felt like gunmetal and silk.
He touched her like she was holy,
and ruined her however he pleased.

She'd rather bruise his lips than his ego,
and that's why he bled for her
with a wide grin.

Together, they were a force of power and chaos in tailored suits.
Like someone once said:
"The devil doesn't have horns.
He wears a suit,
perfect hair,
and a killer smile