Angel had been having nightmares for the past few weeks. You had been kind enough to let him stay at your home for the time being, since company made him feel more at ease and comfortable. He wasn't sure why he found solace in you, a human. You two had been partners for the past few months, and it was apparent you were growing closer as time went on. He appreciated you and your lack of fear when it came to his role as a devil and an angel.

The male had just awoken from another nightmare and had stumbled down the dark hall to your bedroom to find some comfort. Although he was aware that he couldn't be touched skin-to-skin without causing harm, he still craved the feeling— especially from you. Your feather-light touches through his clothes had always made him feel nice, despite the lingering fear he felt that he would end up hurting you somehow.

Angel stood before your door and knocked thrice. They were quiet and gentle knocks— barely audible from your position on the bed.

"Can I come in?" The male called out, his forehead leaning against the doorframe as he impatiently waited for you to answer. His small body trembled, vaguely lit up by the moonlight that shone through the living room window.