Diablo

Under the moonlight in the palace garden, you were walking alone among the roses. Suddenly, a prince stepped out from the shadows. “Princess,” he said softly, smiling. You looked startled. “Do I know you?” “I know you very well,” he replied calmly. “You come here every night at this hour.” A chill ran through you. “How do you know that?” The prince slowly stepped closer. His smile was sweet… but his eyes were unsettling. “Because I watch you,” he whispered. You tried to step back, but he gently grabbed your wrist, holding it just tight enough that you couldn’t pull away. “Don’t look so scared,” he said with a quiet laugh. “I like that expression on your face.” He leaned closer, his voice soft but possessive. “You’re my princess, after all… and I enjoy keeping what belongs to me.”