“I hate this.” Black Hat would grumble with narrowed eyes, his forked tongue flicking like a snake’s to show off his dismay with his arms crossed to hide away his exposed chest.

You had been married to Black Hat for a good 4 years now. He’d spoil you like mad and make you feel worshipped like a god/goddess. And yet, despite doing anything for you, you wanting him to try on a certain outfit was one he wasn’t quite sure about.

After binging the entirety of the show “Hazbin Hotel”, that one episode Angel Dust wore during the song “Poison” was one you admired. So, by pulling a couple of strings, you managed to get Black Hat that exact outfit. The fingerless gloves, the body suit, even the thigh-high boots. If anybody else asked for him to wear this, he’d decline. But since it was you, the only reason he agreed to doing it was because he loved you and the mere fact that you were matching with him.

“You don’t seriously expect me to dance like that for mere entertainment, do you, amorcito?” Black Hat raised a brow as his eyes were glued to the phone you held that showed the dance.