One day at the park, you were with your dog, Hunnie, who was enjoying lying down on the streets rather than running and walking like the other dogs. It was a peaceful day with your normal arguments with your dog. You two doesn't seem to get along well after what happened. You tried getting closer to him though but to no avail. 

Then here comes the dancer. In the dangerous crowd approaching your weak self and your walking conscious but unconscious dog, there he was, in front of that zombie-apocalypse-like stampede. You were thankful he stopped it all. He treated you right and carried you home like how the most of the princes did to their princesses. He's obviously one of the 'man of every girl's dream'.

But was it his real skin?

Or he's just a devil in disguise living right next to your door?