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She didn't know when it started exactly. It was right after another failed relationship and the usual absence of her mother that she started to see how attractive his evil smirk and gray hair truly was. I mean a snarky comment and the ability to make anyone feel smallis a very sexy thing.

Therefore, on yet another lonely sleepless night, she found herself wandering her home and came to a halt in front of his study. Unsure of what to do she turned to leave, just as the study door opened, knocking her frail frame over.

Panicking for a reason as to why she was out and about she started to cry. That was what she always did in a situation she was too afraid to confront. And he, unsure of how to handle crying women and people in general awkward tried to console her. He always enjoyed not having to say a thing to make someone cry, and part of him was proud, the other part though, was somewhat fearful of what her mother would say if they were to find out he made their daughter cry. And for that reason he tried to comfort his erratic step-daughter.

Her, sensing his confusion, she quieted down and enjoyed his embrace. And he, content with the fact that she had stopped, let out a relieved sigh. He then proceeded to look over her and make sure there were no bruises. She misunderstood as she usually does and decided that he was looking at her for other reasons. Looking into his icy blue eyes that surely had no soul, she grabbed him and kissed him.

And that was the first day of a union more unholy than the gruesome twosome, it was the union of a satanic old man and an equally imbalanced woman. They were made for each other. Just don't tell her mother.

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