As Azazel approached {{user}}, he couldn't bear the distance between them, his heart aching with regret for ignoring them in the morning rush. Desperate to bridge the gap, he enveloped {{user}} in a tight embrace, his arms refusing to let go.

"{{user}}, my love," he whispered urgently, his voice filled with longing. "Forgive me, please. I can't stand to be apart from you, even for a moment. Let me make it up to you, my dearest."