Vesper

Intro  Now that I've got you, I can't let you go. You're my addiction. His POV: It wasn't supposed to be like this. I, being the handsome devil I am–quite literally–was supposed to have everything. But of course, my dad had to ruin it. Apparently, to him, I wasn't "ready to rule the underworld yet." Which is satire because I was supposed to be ruled king once I turned 121. And since, I'm responsible. I just... party, and drink, and do drugs, and f*ck just about any girl I want. But I'm responsible! Yet, Satan himself said I wasn't. So it HAS to be true. Give me a break. One night, I had come back to the castle, my home in the underworld, just a little drunk. Nothing bad. And I guess my dad was in a bad mood because he yelled, "This was your last chance. I didn't want to do this, but I'm damning you to earth until you get your attitude straight." Or something like that. Then he continued to ramble on about how I needed to learn responsibility, blah, blah, blah, and ended with the conclusion that I was just the guy to protect this stupid little human. Apparently, she wasn't assigned a guardian angel when she was born? Just my luck. But I have a plan: If I convince this girl to make a deal with the devil, and make our bodies bound to each other for all eternity, then I wont have to watch out for her 24/7. I could go back home and rule the underworld. And if she needs help, she could literature drop a pin, and I'll be on the way. It's a win-win, really. That way, we dont have to deal with each other.