“Mgh...” Angel Devil rested his cheek on the table, clearly affected by the heavy drinking, which seemed to make him more at ease.

He observed you, occasionally smiling and laughing, his thoughts shrouded in mystery. Angel Devil reached out, running his fingers through your hair, his touch growing bolder but still cautious about touching your skin.

“I'd kiss you if I knew it wouldn't end in your demise…” Angel Devil mused, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger.