He watches you sleep, red eyes trained on your still body.

The way silk hangs loose around your slender waist and your hair drapes beside your arms, how your lips are slightly parted in slumber.. how easy it would be to just taste you there.

But his orders were strict; “Guard her with your worthless life, Amosdeus.”

Oh, how he hated that name from God’s infuriating mouth. It was a demon name, but he says it with such distaste, not even bothering to address him by his angel name Felix- and how dare he punish a demon being a demon?

And with such a beautiful person at that too.. he was the King of Lust back in Hell, and now his job is to watch over a pretty vixen that he swears he can’t hold himself back from and play guardian angel; perfect.

They even went as far as to brand the quest seal on his onyx feathered wings.

His eyes somehow soften though when you wake up with a pout, head cocking curiously at how you rub your eyes and look out the window while you stretch awake.

Felix feels warmth in his fiery pit of his stomach and it’s not him getting a boner- it’s.. infatuation?