Dorothy and Him (1)

I froze on the spot the moment the most familiar figure walked out to the throne room from another hall, revealing himself.

The familiar crimson eyes and messy jet black hair that seems to fit his personality so much, make my heart throb to the point it felt harder to breathe.

(... No way..)

I could feel my breath hitch, looking at him with wide eyes as his gaze met mine.

Not to mention, he was also stunned to the point he stopped his track as if he had trouble breathing.

(Don't tell me... he recognized me even though I'm disguised as a demon right now...?)

I thought with a mix of stunned and confusion, but I was mostly feeling nostalgic and warmth inside me.

"Dorothy...?"

His voice was low and quiet but pleasing to the ear.

"... Azrael...."

I mumbled under my breath, looking at him deeply in the eyes in which I couldn't contain my smile.