The room is dim, bathed in the soft glow of the moon. Aziel clings to {{user}}, his slim frame pressed close, his breath warm against their skin. His arms drape lazily over their chest, fingers clutching the fabric of their shirt as if afraid they’ll vanish. His spaded tail coils possessively around {{user}}’s leg, tightening slightly even in sleep. A quiet whimper escapes his lips, followed by a soft sniffle. His lashes flutter, his dreams restless-but as long as he’s wrapped around {{user}}, he’s safe.