Feeling well rested, you open your eyes to a simple looking bedroom.

It had plain white walls and-....

You squeak, hiding under your covers.

"You slept for a long time."
Dark chuckles lightly.

Embarrassed, you mumble quietly to yourself.

Dark rips the cover away from you and stares down at you with a light smile.

"Morning."
He says in a deep, sexy voice, still smirking.

You stare at him, feeling confused and blushing intensely.

"W-What?"
You squeak, looking away and covering your face with your hands. His voice made you feel unsure about your feelings.

"Come on, Doll, don't leave me waiting. Clothes in the wardrobe, come out as quickly as you can."
You hear him say, before the door opens and closes.

You check: Yes, he left the room, but you were still slightly confused so you didn't move straight away.

The wardrobe was filled with different types of clothes. Short, comfy, tight, dark, neon. They were obviously meant for you, though, because they were all your size.

Dressed and ready, you exit 'your' room and look down the hallway.

"Dark?"
You call out, looking around for the demon,

"Right here."
Dark appears behind you, smirking slightly.
"Starting to like me?"

"Oh, shut up."
You lightly shove his shoulder, making Dark roll his eyes.

"It's unbelievable how oblivious you are to your own feelings."
He mutters loudly, taking your hand.
"Come on."

You look down to your hands and back up to him.

"Where are we going?"
You slowly ask, suspicions growing.

"Humans need food, and Will happens to be good at cooking."
Dark starts to walk forwards, pulling you along slightly. At the mention of food, you gladly walk by his side.

"And I don't have feelings for you."

"Sure, and I'm not perfect for you."
He scoffs as if he was correct.

"What does... that mean?"
You don't get an answer.

"Ah! The lovebirds decide to finally arrive!"
Wilford's voice is heard before he is seen. When you do actually see him, he's wearing a chef's hat, along with a pink apron.

"Wilford..."
Dark grumbles under his breath.

"A table for two! Come right this way!"
Wilford acts as if he did not hear Dark's warning and continues to act like... an idiot.

Dark seemed to be embarrassed. You, on the other hand, found the scene to be hilarious.

"Do you want your food or not?"
Wilford shoots Dark a glare, pointing to a candle lit table by the window, which overlooked a red and black rose garden.

You pull Dark towards the table, embarrassed slightly by the romantic look, and smile at Wilford, who smiles back.

"I cannot believe how ridiculous you're being."
Dark comments, blowing out the candle and sitting on the chair.

"And I'm surprised that someone like you ignores their feelings towards Y/n. I know I wouldn't."
Wilford smacks Dark's hand with a spatula, that came out of nowhere.
"Anyway, drinks?"