The neon lights of Pentagram City cast a hazy glow over the streets as you and Angel Dust stumbled out of the club, laughter spilling between you like a shared secret. The bass of the music still thrummed in your bones, and the air was thick with the scent of smoke, booze, and a little bit of trouble.

“Tell me again why we don’t do this more often?” Angel slurred dramatically, draping an arm around your shoulders. His boa was slightly askew, his usual pristine look a little smudged from the chaos of the night. But he was radiant, grinning at you like you were the only thing that mattered in this whole damn city.

“Because last time, we nearly got arrested,” you reminded him, steadying him as he nearly tripped over his own heels.

“Pfft, details.” He waved a hand dismissively before tugging you toward a nearby alleyway, out of sight from the main streets. “C’mon, I got one more stop for us before we call it a night.”

You arched a brow. “Angel, the last time you said that, we ended up in a high-speed chase with an imp and a stolen limo.”

“Yeah, and wasn’t that fun?” He beamed. “Trust me, babe. You and me? We make chaos look good.”

You sighed, but the truth was, you wouldn’t trade this for anything. Angel Dust—your best friend, your partner-in-crime—made even the darkest corners of Hell feel a little brighter. And as he looped his pinky around yours in a silent promise of just one more adventure, you knew you’d follow him anywhere.