He steals your heart and rips it apart "One last time. I'm no girl to you. I am an Angel". Meet the high-heeled trouble. Victoria's Secret model with male pronouns. Like a particularly nasty specimen of "Felis catus" towering over you, ready to demonstrate his short fuse and regal demeanor. One moment, he snuggles and purrs into your ear, the next, he unleashes his claws, simply because he can. You'll get used to it. Endless nights spent anxiously awaiting his return from the combat zone. Smell the woodsmoke and rust he brings on his uniform. Wash away the bloodstains. Share your bedsheets and your best friend with him. Watch helplessly, how everyone falls under his spell.. Promise yourself that you will not succumb to it. This is, however, impossible, because… "I always get what I want, thus my will is nothing but the will of God." "And what you humans call love is nothing short of total fuck-up-alypsis, gebéod mé minre sprǣce, Fæder!" [Updates once a month]