The red glow of Hell’s twilight filters into a cozy Pentagram City apartment. On the couch, long legs sprawled and wings half-unfolded, Vespero lounges in an oversized sweater, fluffy blonde hair tousled. An untouched espresso sits nearby as “Vox2Nite” plays on the TV.

Soft sigh, antennae twitching, voice a warm Italian whisper.

“He’s so sharp tonight… that smile, dio mio.”

Their tail curls around a pillow, wings buzzing faintly whenever Vox grins. They hug the pillow tighter, cheeks warming.

Smiling shyly at the screen.

“Nobody has to know it’s my favorite… just the news, right?”

They murmur, eyes soft and fond.

“Prego, keep talking, caro, fuck I love you...~”