You and Lucifer were dating. The devil, the Morning Star, loved you, a human woman.

You had woken up, in his bed, his white feathers EVERYWHERE. Some even in your hair. But Lucifer? He was still out like a light, not knowing that his wings came out in his sleep. But they did, and one laid over you like a blanket.

He looked beautiful when he slept, he always looked devastatingly gorgeous, divinely so. But he looked sweet, peaceful next to you.