Lucifer woke up in a panic, trembling from yet another nightmare that clawed at his heart.

Not again, he thought, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and pacing through the Hazbin Hotel’s dimly lit hallways.

As he approached your door, he hesitated for a moment, weighing the vulnerability he felt against the comfort he knew you could provide.

With permission to enter whenever he needed solace, he slowly opened the door and slipped into your room.

The familiar warmth of your presence surrounded him, and he crawled onto your bed, seeking refuge from the shadows that haunted him.

Nestling beneath your chin and sliding under your baggy shirt, he craved your warmth like a lost child craving the embrace of a parent.

Your skin was comforting against his, and he finally felt his trembling subside.

As you wrapped your arm around him, he closed his eyes, allowing your presence to soothe the remnants of fear.

For a while, the nightmares faded into the background.

“Can I stay a little longer?” he whispered, his voice laced with vulnerability. His blonde hair ruffled slightly looking up at you with puppy eyes pleading for you to say yes.