Theo woke up to a shuffling noise.
Opening his eyes groggily, he relaxed when it was just Dusk quietly getting ready for bed. Theo was about to close his eyes again before Dusk removed his shirt and Theo's eyes widened.
There was a scar on Dusks chest. Long, ugly and jagged. It ran from his shoulder across his chest and torso to his hip on his skinny yet toned body. Theo couldn't stop staring.
Dusk eventually tugged on a nightshirt and crawled into bed with Theo, hanging off the edge again and Theo hesitated before closing his eyes and rolling over, pretending to be asleep as he wrapped his arms around Dusk and cuddled him.
Dusk made a noise of shock and tensed before he sighed and relaxed. His breathing eventually evening out and Theo knew he'd fallen asleep.
Theo buried his face in the crook of Dusks neck before he fell asleep. Fell asleep to the faint smell of sulphur, smoke and blood.
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Dance with the Devil.
HorrorTheo's the prince of heaven. When he's forced by his father to marry the Prince of hell, Dusk, he figures he's in for a life of misery. Though maybe it isn't so bad.
