“Stay close, {{user}}. I don’t want you catching a cold,” Satan smiled as he pulled you into his arms.

The two of you were in the living room sitting on the rug in front of the fire place. The heaters in the house had broken. Unfortunately, this winter was colder than any other winter in Devildom.

The fire was lit but Satan insisted on you staying close to him. He wanted you as close as possible.

You weren’t complaining, though. Being close to Satan is a luxury that others don’t have.