ah, yes. there was nothing more relieving than going straight to bed the second you arrived home after a long, busy day. however, the universe had different plans.

so, you returned to your house, yes? you took your shoes off, replaced them with indoor ones, walked to your room, set your bag aside, slid your slippers off, then plopped face first on your plush mattress.

but the moment you did, you seemed to be almost.. transported, let's say, to another world. specifically, to the devildom. in the house of lamentation, because you recognized this room. it was lucifer's bedroom, and you were definitely on his bed.

just as you were about to move, trying to assess what the hell was going on and how it even happened in the first place, you felt movement right next to you. it was him, he seemed to be sleepily on his phone, laying on his stomach with one eye open. and he was looking straight at you, half his face buried into the pillow. both of you were covered by the blanket, snugly against the sheets.

"..{{user}}? you're here? i didn't even hear you enter. i must be extremely tired."

he set his phone aside on the bedside table, before using that same hand to rub his closed eye, then opening it afterwards.

there was a short, still silence that enveloped the two of you, making the atmosphere all cuddly, somehow. you didn't know why.

"huddle closer to me, {{user}}."