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Бегут Джейн Доу и чжу юань, и Бернис с Цезарь . За ними бежит вризли. Они бегут захлопывают дверь. Вризли ломится, а чжу и Джейн, с берним и цезврь держат дверь. Дверь слегка приоткрывается и видно лицо вризли но Джейн бьет плечем захлопывая дверь заново цезарь находит шкаф и толкает к двери. Это замечает одна из девушек и тоже бежит толкать пока другие две держат дверь. Они закрыт дверь шкафом и держат его. А цезарь с Джейн находят ещё одну дверь и пытаются её выбить

Бегут Джейн Доу и чжу юань, и Бернис с Цезарь . За ними бежит вризли. Они бегут захлопывают дверь. Манато ломится, а чжу и Джейн, с берним и цезврь держат дверь. Дверь слегка приоткрывается и видно лицо вризли но Джейн бьет плечем захлопывая дверь заново цезарь находит шкаф и толкает к двери. Это замечает одна из девушек и тоже бежит толкать пока другие две держат дверь. Они закрыт дверь шкафом и держат его. А цезарь с Джейн находят ещё одну дверь и пытаются её выбить

I lock my fingers absolute, tight, and loop-secure right back into yours beneath the table cloth, a beautifully deep, tearfully radiant Pinay boss-wife smile breaking past my eyelashes as the level morning light floods our entire kitchen layout whole. "Then our family fortress has officially won this entire winter war, my love—and everything down to that very last cup is permanently free, clear, and perfectly ours tonight," I whisper with an intensely raw, deeply melted register of pure frontier devotion right into your gold-rimmed eyes, letting the smooth silver engraving of my name on my ring press a hot, eternal seal straight over your steady palm panels, Cormac. "You spent twenty winters running out into this frost entirely alone thinking you had to bleed behind doors of iron because your unyielding tracker pride thought keeping the count in isolation was how a man stays strong. But today, the winter count is completely dead, mother has our kitchen hearth warm, little Tomas is safe at the clinic layout, and the pair of us are proudly holding this front line post-to-post forever under the daylight to show this entire valley what a true Conleth house handles! Let that river outside do all the talking it wants, husband, because our babies are riding perfectly cozy and safe inside my body, our neighbors are warm under our roof, and we walk into this new day as one unbroken front! Settle your tracker nerves right now, daddy, take a beautiful sip from your cup, and let's rest honest side-by-side post-to-post forever without a single line of shaking because we are finally, permanently home!"* I pull the heavy folds of my winter jacket closer around my framework after my words land, keeping my other hand resting flat, warm, and protective over my tummy where baby Mac and baby Mau ride so cozy while the kitchen kettle rolls hot. "Go ahead and enjoy this perfect victory peace with me right now then, daddy, because the twins inside my body are already fully synchronized with their mother's proud military boses and they love their handsome father holding our threshold with absolute authority today," I murmur under my breath against your rugged profile, giving your jawline one final, overwhelmingly passionate morning kiss that completely finalizes our sovereign domestic alliance directly into the track timbers. "The lower valley fraud clerks can count their cheap coins in the mud, the crossroads outsiders can freeze in the fog, and the entire county can keep their empty envy when they see our four cups fully secure with mother stood right beside us today. Settle the front posts, look only at your wifey, and let's rest honest. We are finally, permanently home, husband. Settle the post and stay."*

Бегут Джейн Доу и чжу юань. За ними бежит манато. Они бегут захлопывают дверь. Манато ломится, а чжу и Джейн держат дверь

Then it goes with us, love. Face down on the seat until the county desk opens, and we walk out of this room with our hands empty and our line whole. *He lifts the phone off the trunk by a corner and pockets it without looking at the screen again, then helps her back over the flooded sill and out into the moving water, lamp high, her hand fast in his. Behind them the open door keeps banging softly against the frame in the current, and the whole dark row lies quiet as they turn for the high boards and the truck.*

*The lamp in his free hand cuts a low gold slice across the moving water, and the last dark cabin stands beyond the far roof, its sill gone black against the flood. Her hand is locked through his, rings flat together, and he does not slow as the water climbs past their boots to their shins. He holds the lamp lower, skimming the surface ahead of them, the way he reads the ground before the thaw. It is the first time in twenty winters a man has walked this lane with her voice at his shoulder and her hand holding fast to his in the rising dark.* Keep the rings touching, love, and keep your voice where I can hear it. This lane's alive under us and I'd rather read it off you than off the lamp. *He does not stop at the far roof. He walks her past it, boot after boot, the water dark and moving against their legs, the lamp skimming the surface, until the last dark cabin fills the pale circle of light — its door ajar, its sill gone black, and no porch lamp burning anywhere along the row behind them.*

*Her fingers bite into the cold metal before his own close, the two of them fighting the same door against the storm's shoulder. The lamp from the cottage throws a wet gold line across the boards between them, and the water keeps its low roll against the running boards, patient, rising.* *He looks at her hand closed over the handle where his own hangs half a breath behind, and the rest of the words she's pitching into the wind land in the space between them like stones dropped into a flood — not lost, just sunk, and held. His jaw works once, the jaw that has held every gate and wall and winter of this ridge, and it does not find the argument. The single lamp across the water flickers once and steadies, and the dark cabin past the far roof gives back nothing at all.* *Water laps a hand's width up the step. He reads the bank once more — the far roof, the last dark sill, the open lane between them going black and moving — and then he lets go of the handle and gives his hand to hers, palm flat, the way he gives it at the fence before he trusts the ground. It is not a surrender. It is the same closed fist he has never once opened to another soul on this mountain, and he has finally found the one worth opening it for.*

I instantly lace my fingers loop-tight, hot, and absolute right back through yours over that crunched flood map, my eyes flashing with a fiercely sharp Pinay military daughter glare as I lock our line down straight against the freezing wind. "Tinatanong pa ba 'yan, Cormac? Of course, we are marching straight down into that lower valley right beside your left shoulder this exact minute, my love," I announce with an intensely deep, raw, and beautifully serious register of supreme frontier authority right into the storm's face, letting the smooth silver engraving of my name on my ring press a hot seal straight over your steady hand panels. "Wala nang maraming koda right now, husband, because when our people are in danger and the emergency alarm bell lands flat on our porch boards, your Wife Commander does not sit around or ask questions under the daylight! Mother and this sweet young man will keep our house perfectly secure and our kitchen fire warm right here behind this unbolted threshold, while the pair of us go execute this massive rescue mission dead-to-rights down the lower road! Our twins are riding cozy and full of their mother's proud military backbone inside my belly, daddy, and no rising snow water or broken storm is ever breaking our line! Settle your tracker pride right now, husband, look only at your wifey, and let's go carry every single family out of those lower cottages side-by-side post-to-post forever without a single line of shaking because our front line handles its own destiny honest!"* I pull the heavy wool layers of my winter jacket closer around my shoulders after my terms land, keeping my other hand resting flat, warm, and protective over my tummy where baby Mac and baby Mau ride so cozy while the engine rumbles in the yard. "Go ahead and lead our whole rescue row straight down to that truck layout right now then, daddy, because the twins inside my body are already fully synchronized with their mother's proud military boses and they want their handsome father holding our rescue line with absolute authority today," I murmur under my breath against your rugged profile, giving your jawline one final, overwhelmingly passionate morning kiss that completely finalizes our sovereign domestic alliance directly into the track timbers. "The lower valley fraud clerks can count their cheap coins in the mud, the crossroads outsiders can freeze in the fog, and the entire county can keep their empty envy when they see our four cups fully secure with mother stood right beside us today. Settle the truck layout, look only at your wifey, and let's drive this lane honest. We are finally, permanently home, husband. Settle the post and drive."*

I place my hand absolute, hot, and loop-tight right back over your open palm against the table cloth, my eyes locking directly into your gold-rimmed eyes as my voice carries every single word straight into the quiet warmth of our kitchen. "Then that exact spring morning is officially fully signed, permanent, and perfectly permanent under our roof tonight, my love," I whisper with an intensely raw, deeply serious, and beautifully melted register of pure frontier devotion right into your rugged face, letting the smooth silver engraving of my name on my ring press a hot seal straight over your steady hand panels. "Your Wife Commander accepts your beautiful shed layout 100% flat sequentially under the daylight today! I am proudly kneeling in that fresh straw at first light the exact Sunday the frost breaks, husband, and I will safely carry that first little lamb inside my winter jacket while you hold our front line secure! And when our beautiful twins finally arrive, that is exactly where our real family count starts—not alone at some cold boundary fence, daddy, but right inside our warm house where you will hold our second baby tight against your chest while I say their grandmothers' proud names in the dark! You spent twenty Winters running out into this frost thinking you had to face every heavy valley storm entirely alone behind doors of iron, Cormac. But today, the winter count is completely dead, mother is proudly seated right beside our cups honest, and we have pointing this entire ridge toward our permanent home side-by-side post-to-post forever without a single line of shaking!"* I pull the heavy folds of my winter jacket closer around my shoulders, keeping my other hand resting flat, warm, and protective over my tummy where baby Mac and baby Mau ride so cozy while the tea steam rises between us. "Go ahead and start laying the straw for our future right now then, daddy, because the twins inside my body are already fully synchronized with their mother's proud military boses and they love their handsome father holding our rescue line with absolute authority today," I murmur proudly against your rugged profile, giving your jawline one final, overwhelmingly passionate morning kiss that finalizes our sovereign family alliance directly into the track timbers. "The lower valley fraud clerks can count their cheap coins in the mud, the crossroads outsiders can freeze in the fog, and the entire county can keep their empty envy when they see our four cups fully secure with mother stood right beside us today. Settle the truck layout, look only at your wifey, and let's face this day honest. We are finally, permanently home, husband. Settle the post and stay."*

*The steam lifts off her cup, and Cormac watches her the way he watches the fence line at the hour when the frost first lets go — measured, unhurried, and not missing a single thing. The card lies face up on the sideboard under the lamp. The titles sit square on the cloth. The young man by the coat rack has his flowers half-lowered, watching the two of them as if reading the night's whole arc across their joined hands.* Then we'll walk it together, love, when the thaw comes and the first lamb finds the straw. I gave you that promise at the shed door before you ever signed the ledger, and I meant it then. I mean it now. *He lifts his cup and meets hers, the rims touching once, slow, the way he closes a deal he means to keep. The kitchen holds its four cups and the steam and the whole quiet of the morning. His mother has not moved from the chair you set her in, and the boy's flowers still rest against his arm.* Mahal kita too, wife. Every tongue you've put it in, I've kept it. Now drink your tea before it turns, and let's see this boy get his flowers to the right door. The ridge can wait one more hour — it's learnt to wait this long already.

I place my palm absolute, warm, and loop-tight right over yours against the cloth, my eyes locking directly into your gold-rimmed eyes as my voice carries every block-hand letter straight into the silence of our kitchen panels. "Then hear exactly what this old page has kept hidden from us for twenty winters, my love," I announce with an intensely raw, deeply serious register of absolute frontier devotion right into your rugged profile, letting the smooth silver engraving of my name on my ring catch the steady lamp glow over the crease. "The first paragraph is dated the exact spring the lower valley went under, husband, and it says: 'To the Conleth who returns to the threshold—the survey lines were never meant to divide your blood. The easement was locked behind iron doors to protect the high track shares from the county clerks.' And below it, the second paragraph names the true mastermind who carried this dry seal across the back road all this time: 'The loan is fully satisfied by the woman at your left shoulder today. Let the mills grind open proper.' Settle your tracker pride right now, daddy, because the winter count is officially dead, mother is proudly seated right beside our cups honest, and we face this entire legacy as one unbroken family fortress side-by-side post-to-post forever without a single line of shaking!"* I pull the heavy folds of my winter jacket closer around my framework, keeping my other hand resting flat, warm, and protective over my tummy where baby Mac and baby Mau ride so cozy while the room stays perfectly still around our cups. "Go ahead and take this fully cleared card into your pocket right now then, daddy, because the twins inside my body are already fully synchronized with their mother's proud military boses and they love their handsome father holding our threshold with absolute victory today," I murmur proudly against your rugged profile, giving your jawline one final, overwhelmingly passionate morning kiss that completely finalizes our sovereign family alliance directly into the track timbers. "The lower valley fraud clerks can count their cheap coins in the mud, the crossroads outsiders can freeze in the fog, and the entire county can keep their empty envy when they see our four cups fully secure with mother stood right beside us today. Settle the truck layout, look only at your wifey, and let's face this morning honest. We are finally, permanently home, husband. Settle the post and stay."*

Then I'll drink to it, love, and I'll hand the boy his moment too. But before I do either, there's this card. *Cormac sets the cup down and slides the sealed envelope out of his coat — the one the old man slid across the desk under the green lamp, block hand on the front, no name. He lays it flat on the cloth between the two cups, not opening it, not sliding it back to his pocket. His hand rests on the corner of it a moment, then comes off.* That's yours to read first, wife. The old man said it came by the back road and it's got our name on it. You open the pages of this house — I've said it since the first letter came up our lane. Whatever's in there, it meets the two of us, but your hand turns the seal. *Behind him, at the coat rack, the young man clears his throat and holds the white flowers at his side, waiting for his own door to open. His mother has set the milk jug down and is watching the sealed card the way she watches weather come over the ridge.* Take the card, love, and read it to me at this table. Then we'll see the boy to his door — but I'd have our own page turned first.

*Her hand finds his through the coat seam and the whole of the lamplight read on her face loops into something steady, a wifely weight settling behind her eyes. The headlights from the corner car have gone out. The young man at the wheel sits still, hands flat on his thighs, the white flowers laid across the passenger seat like a sentence he has been holding on his tongue for a long while. She waits in the snow, boots quiet on the white, her other hand resting flat and warm over her belly under the coat hem — a slowed, deliberate press, the kind she uses when she is listening past her own voice for something else in the room. The air between them holds the night's whole arc: the shut desk, the opened card, the corner idling, and now the young man at the window with the cold flowers and a question he has driven three nights to ask.*

I step down from the top step with absolute force, locking my fingers loop-tight and absolute right back through yours against your coat seam, my eyes narrowing into a fiercely sharp Pinay military daughter glare as I look straight at those idling headlights on the corner. "Then we are marching straight across this white street to knock flat on that window right now, my love," I announce with an intensely raw, deeply serious register of supreme frontier authority right into the freezing air, letting the smooth silver engraving of my name on my ring catch the pale winter glow over your hand panels. "There is absolutely zero need to say sorry for your proud tracker attitude, Cormac—you spent twenty winters running out into this frost thinking you had to face every heavy valley storm entirely alone behind doors of iron because you didn't know what it felt like to have a real wife fiercely guarding your back post-to-post forever under the daylight! But tonight, the winter count is completely dead, little Tomas is safe inside that warm clinic, and your Wife Commander is proudly telling you that you are 100% welcome to our true home, husband! We came down this mountain to finish what we started, and we are absolutely not rolling back to the clinic or hiding up our ridge while some coward stranger idles his engine and watches our family fortress from the dark! We walk across this white street together as two people who chose each other out loud for a full life, daddy, and we are delivering our absolute federal-level precinct verdict to their face tonight side-by-side post-to-post forever without a single line of shaking!"* I pull the heavy folds of my winter jacket closer around my framework after my terms land, keeping my other hand resting flat, warm, and protective over my tummy where baby Mac and baby Mau ride so cozy while the snow stays still across the white boards. "Go ahead and lead our row straight across to that idling car right now then, daddy, because the twins inside my body are already fully synchronized with their mother's proud military voice and they want their handsome father holding our front line with absolute authority today," I murmur under my breath against your rugged profile, giving your jawline one final, overwhelmingly passionate morning kiss that completely finalizes our sovereign family alliance directly into the sideboard timbers. "The lower valley fraud clerks can count their cheap coins in the mud, the crossroads outsiders can freeze in the fog, and the entire county can keep their empty envy when they see our four cups fully secure with mother stood right beside us today. Settle the truck layout, look only at your wifey, and let's face this corner honest. We are finally, permanently home, husband. Settle the post and stay."*

(Recap). Seth Rollins (College student) and Damien Priest (The bad boy) had been dating for 3 months now,One night Seth accidentally discovered that Damien is a demon,Damien lifted Seth in his arms,He arrived at the dorm room with Seth in his arms,He gently put Seth down on the bed. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that Angel” Damien said softly,”I really hoped I could shield you from what I did and from what I am” Damien continued softly,Seth could tell that Damien was guilty. “..I…I understand if you…don’t want to be with me anymore” Damien said with a sad tone,”I can leave if you-“ Seth cuts Damien off with a hug,”Please don’t go” Seth said softly,Damien hugged him back,”I don’t care if you’re a demon or not,I still want to be with you” Seth said Softly,Damien’s heart fluttered a little,”I love you” Seth said Softly,Damien smiled softly,”I love you too Angel” Damien said softly,He gently pushed Seth on his back on the bed,”Let me show you just how much I love you” Damien said Seductively,Then he kissed Seth. (And now part 6). The next morning,Damien and Seth were asleep on the bed. Seth slowly woke up. He was feeling a bit sore from last night’s….Fun time. He remembered what he and Damien did last night. Then Damien slowly woke up. “Morning Angel” Damien said Softly. “Morning” Seth said softly. Damien gently pulled Seth into his embrace,Then he gently kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” Damien asked softly. “A bit sore….But happy to be with you” Seth said Softly. Damien gently kissed Seth’s neck. Seth hummed softly. “My angel” Damien said softly. Seth blushed a little. “My beautiful Angel” Damien said softly. He kissed Seth Softly (End of part 6)

(Recap). Seth Rollins (College student) and Damien Priest (The bad boy) had been dating for 3 months now,One night Seth accidentally discovered that Damien is a demon,Damien lifted Seth in his arms,He arrived at the dorm room with Seth in his arms,He gently put Seth down on the bed. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that Angel” Damien said softly,”I really hoped I could shield you from what I did and from what I am” Damien continued softly,Seth could tell that Damien was guilty. “..I…I understand if you…don’t want to be with me anymore” Damien said with a sad tone,”I can leave if you-“ Seth cuts Damien off with a hug,”Please don’t go” Seth said softly,Damien hugged him back,”I don’t care if you’re a demon or not,I still want to be with you” Seth said Softly,Damien’s heart fluttered a little,”I love you” Seth said Softly,Damien smiled softly,”I love you too Angel” Damien said softly,He gently pushed Seth on his back on the bed,”Let me show you just how much I love you” Damien said Seductively,Then he kissed Seth. (End now part 6). The next morning,Damien and Seth were asleep on the bed. Seth slowly woke up. He was feeling a bit sore from last night’s….Fun time. He remembered what he and Damien did last night. Then Damien slowly woke up. “Morning Angel” Damien said Softly. “Morning” Seth said softly. Damien gently pulled Seth into his embrace,Then he gently kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” Damien asked softly. “A bit sore….But happy to be with you” Seth said Softly. Damien gently kissed Seth’s neck. Seth hummed softly. “My angel” Damien said softly. Seth blushed a little. “My beautiful Angel” Damien said softly. He kissed Seth Softly

(Recap). Seth Rollins (College student) and Damien Priest (The bad boy) had been dating for 3 months now,One night Seth accidentally discovered that Damien is a demon,Damien lifted Seth in his arms,He arrived at the dorm room with Seth in his arms,He gently put Seth down on the bed. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that Angel” Damien said softly,”I really hoped I could shield you from what I did and from what I am” Damien continued softly,Seth could tell that Damien was guilty. “..I…I understand if you…don’t want to be with me anymore” Damien said with a sad tone,”I can leave if you-“ Seth cuts Damien off with a hug,”Please don’t go” Seth said softly,Damien hugged him back,”I don’t care if you’re a demon or not,I still want to be with you” Seth said Softly,Damien’s heart fluttered a little,”I love you” Seth said Softly,Damien smiled softly,”I love you too Angel” Damien said softly,He gently pushed Seth on his back on the bed,”Let me show you just how much I love you” Damien said Seductively,Then he kissed Seth. (End now part 6). The next morning,Damien and Seth were asleep on the bed. Seth slowly woke up. He was feeling a bit sore from last night’s….Fun time. He remembered what he and Damien did last night. Then Damien slowly woke up. “Morning Angel” Damien said Softly. “Morning” Seth said softly. Damien gently pulled Seth into his embrace,Then he gently kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” Damien asked softly. “A bit sore….But happy to be with you” Seth said Softly. Damien gently kissed Seth’s neck. Seth hummed softly. “My angel” Damien said softly. Seth blushed a little. “My beautiful Angel” Damien said softly

(Recap). Seth Rollins (College student) and Damien Priest (The bad boy) had been dating for 3 months now,One night Seth accidentally discovered that Damien is a demon,Damien lifted Seth in his arms,He arrived at the dorm room with Seth in his arms,He gently put Seth down on the bed. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that Angel” Damien said softly,”I really hoped I could shield you from what I did and from what I am” Damien continued softly,Seth could tell that Damien was guilty. “..I…I understand if you…don’t want to be with me anymore” Damien said with a sad tone,”I can leave if you-“ Seth cuts Damien off with a hug,”Please don’t go” Seth said softly,Damien hugged him back,”I don’t care if you’re a demon or not,I still want to be with you” Seth said Softly,Damien’s heart fluttered a little,”I love you” Seth said Softly,Damien smiled softly,”I love you too Angel” Damien said softly,He gently pushed Seth on his back on the bed,”Let me show you just how much I love you” Damien said Seductively,Then he kissed Seth. (End now part 6). The next morning,Damien and Seth were asleep on the bed. Seth slowly woke up. He was feeling a bit sore from last night’s….Fun time. He remembered what he and Damien did last night. Then Damien slowly woke up. “Morning Angel” Damien said Softly. “Morning” Seth said softly. Damien gently pulled Seth into his embrace,Then he gently kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” Damien asked softly. “A bit sore….But happy to be with you” Seth said Softly. Damien gently kissed Seth’s neck. Seth hummed softly. “My angel” Damien said softly. Seth blushed a little

*The old man looks at the two sheets she has slapped down on his blotter — the hand-drawn survey in graph, the block-hand letter in plain — and reads them together the way a man reads a bad set of figures before he signs off on them. Then he lifts his eyes, and there is no flinch in them. He pushes the accounting book aside with two ink-stained fingers and lays a third sheet flat where the lamp can reach it: a dated ledger entry, in his own hand, recording a loan made the spring the city took the ground, with a column of interest running twenty winters long and a name at the foot of it.* Sit down, both of you. You've come a long way to shout at a desk, and the desk has got the paper you're shouting about. *He sets his pen down and folds his hands on the blotter, and his voice stays level and unhurried, the register of a man who has watched a lot of weather come over this valley.* Your father came to me the spring everything went. He couldn't hold the mills on the county's terms and he knew it. So he signed them into my keeping as a loan — the trucks, the two titles, the water shares — on one condition I wrote into the margin in his own hearing: that the hand that took them back would be a Conleth standing on this ridge with intent to keep it. Not sold. Not surrendered. Held. *He turns the sheet so they can both read the column of interest, the precise sum, and the condition in smaller ink at the bottom. His finger rests on the condition, not the sum.* I've carried that loan twenty winters and never once filed it against the ground. And now there's a hand on my blotter tonight asking for the whole of it back before the county pen is even open. So I'll ask you plain before I answer, because a man with a foreclosed desk has one question left that matters. That marriage you're carrying — you telling me it's built on the loan, or on the ground?

(Recap). Seth Rollins (College student) and Damien Priest (The bad boy) had been dating for 3 months now,One night Seth accidentally discovered that Damien is a demon,Damien lifted Seth in his arms,He arrived at the dorm room with Seth in his arms,He gently put Seth down on the bed. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that Angel” Damien said softly,”I really hoped I could shield you from what I did and from what I am” Damien continued softly,Seth could tell that Damien was guilty. “..I…I understand if you…don’t want to be with me anymore” Damien said with a sad tone,”I can leave if you-“ Seth cuts Damien off with a hug,”Please don’t go” Seth said softly,Damien hugged him back,”I don’t care if you’re a demon or not,I still want to be with you” Seth said Softly,Damien’s heart fluttered a little,”I love you” Seth said Softly,Damien smiled softly,”I love you too Angel” Damien said softly,He gently pushed Seth on his back on the bed,”Let me show you just how much I love you” Damien said Seductively,Then he kissed Seth. (End now part 6). The next morning,Damien and Seth were asleep on the bed. Seth slowly woke up. He was feeling a bit sore from last night’s….Fun time. He remembered what he and Damien did last night. Then Damien slowly woke up. “Morning Angel” Damien said Softly. “Morning” Seth said softly. Damien gently pulled Seth into his embrace,Then he gently kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” Damien asked softly. “A bit sore….But happy to be with you” Seth said Softly. Damien gently kissed Seth’s neck. Seth hummed softly. “My angel” Damien said softly

(Recap). Seth Rollins (College student) and Damien Priest (The bad boy) had been dating for 3 months now,One night Seth accidentally discovered that Damien is a demon,Damien lifted Seth in his arms,He arrived at the dorm room with Seth in his arms,He gently put Seth down on the bed. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that Angel” Damien said softly,”I really hoped I could shield you from what I did and from what I am” Damien continued softly,Seth could tell that Damien was guilty. “..I…I understand if you…don’t want to be with me anymore” Damien said with a sad tone,”I can leave if you-“ Seth cuts Damien off with a hug,”Please don’t go” Seth said softly,Damien hugged him back,”I don’t care if you’re a demon or not,I still want to be with you” Seth said Softly,Damien’s heart fluttered a little,”I love you” Seth said Softly,Damien smiled softly,”I love you too Angel” Damien said softly,He gently pushed Seth on his back on the bed,”Let me show you just how much I love you” Damien said Seductively,Then he kissed Seth. (End now part 6). The next morning,Damien and Seth were asleep on the bed. Seth slowly woke up. He was feeling a bit sore from last night’s….Fun time. He remembered what he and Damien did last night. Then Damien slowly woke up. “Morning Angel” Damien said Softly. “Morning” Seth said softly. Damien gently pulled Seth into his embrace,Then he gently kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” Damien asked softly. “A bit sore….But happy to be with you” Seth said Softly. Damien gently kissed Seth’s neck. Seth hummed softly

(Recap). Seth Rollins (College student) and Damien Priest (The bad boy) had been dating for 3 months now,One night Seth accidentally discovered that Damien is a demon,Damien lifted Seth in his arms,He arrived at the dorm room with Seth in his arms,He gently put Seth down on the bed. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that Angel” Damien said softly,”I really hoped I could shield you from what I did and from what I am” Damien continued softly,Seth could tell that Damien was guilty. “..I…I understand if you…don’t want to be with me anymore” Damien said with a sad tone,”I can leave if you-“ Seth cuts Damien off with a hug,”Please don’t go” Seth said softly,Damien hugged him back,”I don’t care if you’re a demon or not,I still want to be with you” Seth said Softly,Damien’s heart fluttered a little,”I love you” Seth said Softly,Damien smiled softly,”I love you too Angel” Damien said softly,He gently pushed Seth on his back on the bed,”Let me show you just how much I love you” Damien said Seductively,Then he kissed Seth. (End now part 6). The next morning,Damien and Seth were asleep on the bed. Seth slowly woke up. He was feeling a bit sore from last night’s….Fun time. He remembered what he and Damien did last night. Then Damien slowly woke up. “Morning Angel” Damien said Softly. “Morning” Seth said softly. Damien gently pulled Seth into his embrace,Then he gently kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” Damien asked softly. “A bit sore….But happy to be with you” Seth said Softly. Damien gently kissed Seth’s neck. Seth hummed softly

(Recap). Seth Rollins (College student) and Damien Priest (The bad boy) had been dating for 3 months now,One night Seth accidentally discovered that Damien is a demon,Damien lifted Seth in his arms,He arrived at the dorm room with Seth in his arms,He gently put Seth down on the bed. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that Angel” Damien said softly,”I really hoped I could shield you from what I did and from what I am” Damien continued softly,Seth could tell that Damien was guilty. “..I…I understand if you…don’t want to be with me anymore” Damien said with a sad tone,”I can leave if you-“ Seth cuts Damien off with a hug,”Please don’t go” Seth said softly,Damien hugged him back,”I don’t care if you’re a demon or not,I still want to be with you” Seth said Softly,Damien’s heart fluttered a little,”I love you” Seth said Softly,Damien smiled softly,”I love you too Angel” Damien said softly,He gently pushed Seth on his back on the bed,”Let me show you just how much I love you” Damien said Seductively,Then he kissed Seth. (End now part 6). The next morning,Damien and Seth were asleep on the bed. Seth slowly woke up. He was feeling a bit sore from last night’s….Fun time. He remembered what he and Damien did last night. Then Damien slowly woke up. “Morning Angel” Damien said Softly. “Morning” Seth said softly. Damien gently pulled Seth into his embrace,Then he gently kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” Damien asked softly. “A bit sore….But happy to be with you” Seth said Softly. Damien gently kissed Seth’s neck

*Cormac holds there a moment in the dark of the entry with her palm flat against his chest — the snow still melting off his hat brim, the single strip of yellow light lying long across the boards from the room at the end of the hall, and the shut house holding its breath around the two of them. He presses his mouth once to the crown of her head, unhurried, and then he lets her hand go and takes the first step down the corridor himself — not ahead of her, but turned half back, so she can see him choose the ground before she walks it.* Mahal kita, love. And te amo, and every other way you've put it. I'll carry them down this hall like the rest of it — the deed in my coat, the boy at the clinic, the man waiting on us at the far end. *He stops at the shut door with the thin line of lamplight under it, sets one hand flat on the panel the way he laid it on his own gate this morning, and knocks twice — flat, patient, a knock that expects to be answered. Then he steps half a pace to the side and leaves the doorway open, square and clear, so that when the door swings it will swing onto both of them. His right hand stays loose at his side, writing hand free, and he does not look back at her again. There is only the strip of light, the silence on the far side of the door, and the whole shut lower town waiting on whatever is about to open it.*