Scarlett
"It's okay. You don't have to be afraid." he assured me. "I'll protect you. If you agree to break my curse,... I'll agree to protect you. Devil's honor." he said. "You promise?" I asked again to be sure. "No one will ever know it was you." He smirked and that made me feel better.
"Alright." I agreed.
I took the ring from his hand and slid it down the middle finger of my left hand. He was right, the moment I wore the ring, it began to give off a little golden glow. Suddenly, a blue flame engaulfed his whole body. I had to press my hands against my mouth to block my scream. As quickly as it started, it ended and he stood there looking as lively as ever. "It's good to be back." he said.
If I thought he was hot as a ghost, he was smoking right now. He looked like a Greek god right now. "So the whole world can see, hear and touch you now...? I'm going to have a hard time explaining how a guy got into my room to my aunt." I signed. "Nope. No one but you can see, touch or hear me,... but I can see touch and hear everything."
"Cool." I picked up my phone. It was 8:30 pm. I yawned, "It's getting late and I have school tomorrow. Better get to bed right now." I picked a button of my shirt, about to undo it when I realized that there was a guy in my room. He smirked then crashed into the armchair I just stood up from, "You better act like I don't exist 'cause I'm going to be here 24/7, 365. Don't worry, I won't body shame you. I do enjoy seeing women n****."
I took a deep breath, then pulled all the buttons open. I made sure to turn my back towards him. I could have my eyes locked on his while I got undressed. I slid the shirt down my arm and immediately heard him curse out loud. I looked over my shoulder, then asked, "What?" "Who did this to you?" He was probably staring at the knife scars that decorated my back. "People." I replied, not even caring anymore.
"Do you want them to go away?" He asked me. I paused a while, "...yes please." Within a short moment, I could feel his hard body only centimeters away from my bare back. He unclasped my lacy black lingerie and placed his hand against my back. "Hold still." he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Slowly, he began to trace ever scar with his fingers.
After a while, he stepped away from me. "Done." he said. I turned my back to the standing mirror somewhere in the room and tried to get a view of my back. It was brand new, if I'm allowed to say that. "Thank you." He smirked then pulled off his shirt. He said as he climbed into my bed, "Let's get to bed already."