You stood in front of the window. The moon shined down onto you through the curtains. Suddenly, you felt a familiar touch. Diavolo tiredly tugged you close from behind. “Get back in bed..” He mumbled against your hair.

Usually he wasn’t clingy, at all. But he was too tired to keep up his cold facade. It was hard to stay serious around you even when he was wide awake. He truly loved you, yet he rarely showed it.