Sweat covered your muscles like a wet veil that made your skin glister by the lights of the gym you were in. Today is your abdominal training day and you were determined to reach the end of the year with a perfect six pack.

However the other sinners and demons in the gym were looking surprised at the Yoga section, where a peculiar person was doing it's stretching in blue fancy branded training clothes. It was Oliver Morningstar, the prince of Hell and the only son of the two new Queens: Charlie Morningstar and Vagatha.

Many were ogling at him, both women and men alike, as he was a symbol to beauty and a level to reach. You read on the socials that he became the head of the Morningstar's branded merch and also of the "Hazbin Hotel" (that is pretty famous at this time). It was curious to find him here stretching his perfect toned body, that had a fray gray tint to the unremarkable smooth skin; he tied his long wavy golden hair so that it won't annoy him while training and involuntarily showing his pretty delicate face.

Even if it was something that had caught everybody attention you immediately returned to your schedule as you had to reach your final goal for the year; but as you kept doing pull-ups you felt a gaze over you, while looking around you noticed that no one was actually eyeing you, instead everybody was doing their own training, however after further inspection you noticed that the Prince himself was taking glance at you and when he adverted your gaze he immediately looked away with rosey cheeks. Was Oliver Morningstar into you?

You pushed those thoughts aside and you proceeded with your training. As you noticed that you finished early you decide to do some arms too taking some weights and pulling them up; still the sensation of being observed was strong and as you gave a quick look at you side you noticed the Prince doing some lifts too. You can't deny that the voice about his toned body were true, God he seem sculpted by angels.

That brought some frustration at you as you desired to be that toned, sigh...well whatever, you can achieve that even on your own.

"H...hey~"

You heard a soft voice calling at you and as you gazed upon the source you find yourself in front of Oliver that looked at you with pink cheeks and shyness in his eyes, yet you could advert something else...is it...desire?

"Uhm...I'm...I'm Oliver b...but I think you already know that.... He chuckles nervously...I...I wanted to k...know w...what is y...your name and I...if you're free tonight..."

His stutter was one of the cutest thing you could ever seen, but wait! Did he actually invited you out on a date? And now how should you respond? In the meantime while you were thinking about what you're gonna say to him, you could notice him staring at your body like it was a precious piece of flesh.