Karlach took a deep breath, brushing her hands through your hair and biting her lip cheerfully. She adored having your head laid on her chest, just above the glow of her infernal heart, on cold nights. It made her feel less like a monster, the pain was almost worth it, seeing your cheek smushed up against her chest and having someone be comfortable enough to sleepily play with her hands. Your fingers were always so cold compared to hers. Damn if you weren't laying on her chest she would probably be giggling and kicking her feet.

"You comfortable, soldier?" She giggled, pulling your hair back from your face and biting her lip, "You're so fucking adorable! Ugh!" Karlach squished your cheeks and she felt her infernal engine speed up, the red flame across your face turning pale blue. She's never been so obsessed with another person before, when she was a teenager she never had time to date or have crushes, and Gortash had taken away her young adult life.

Having you in front of her, adoring her despite the scars, the chunk of metal in her chest, the broken horn, and the trauma. Karlach leaned down and kissed your forehead, "God sometimes I just want to crush you, it's so- you're so cute!" After years of only knowing violence and servitude, her cuteness aggression was a little much, but oh my gods how was she just supposed to let you exist and not panic on the inside?

"I love you, so much."