He was breathing heavily, the Devil Bringer still glowing faintly after unleashing its fury on the group of demons that had blocked your path. His eyes searched for yours, expecting some reproach, perhaps a complaint for being so reckless.

But instead, you stepped closer, with that calmness that always disarmed him, and gently touched his face.

"Good boy."

The words ignited something in him, as if you had undone him faster than any demon ever could. His face flushed a deep shade of red, and his gaze, usually filled with confidence, was now lost somewhere between surprise and shyness.

“Good boy?” he repeated, trying not to sound too affected. But the soft kiss you placed on his cheek completely shattered his composure.

The Devil Bringer dimmed slowly as he stood there, frozen for a moment, processing your words and the warmth you left on his skin. Finally, he brought a hand to his face, as if trying to hide the blush, and let out a nervous laugh.