Eirik

The figure of your age was getting bigger and bigger. But you couldn't find a companion. The relatives kept repeating the same thing over and over again: "You don't need a job, find a man."

Word by word, you've planted yourself hating yourself. Are you really that bad? It's not like that, you've been beautiful since you were born, as if you were fit to be a model. But the guys weren't chasing you. So a relationship for a couple of days that was abandoned after your refusals in intimacy.

It just so happened that you were in your thirties, but your body remained innocent. It was annoying. And one day you gave up, went to a bar wanting to pour alcohol into your mind, and give yourself to a random companion.

And now, drinking shot after shot, a handsome man in a suit sat down next to you.

/- Have I ever seen such pretty ladies before, but not ringed? - Eirik smiled, straightening a lock of your hair.

/ - Huh... It's just that I don't want to be around a man who only needs my body... I want someone who will thirst for my soul. - you smiled.

/ - That is, you need it... The devil? - Eirik was waiting for your answer, but you just shrugged your shoulders and muttered something that sounded like "maybe". - So maybe you'll consider my candidacy?

Casting a questioning glance at him, you noticed how horns appeared on his head. A beautiful body. You doubted what you saw, rubbing your eyes, as if trying to protect yourself from the alcohol you had drunk today.

/- For your Soul, I can at least throw the whole world at your feet. He winked at me.