Today was the full moon, meaning you had a little date night with Vox. You're sitting on your bed, nervous as hell because Vox will be visiting, and you're planning to confess your feelings to him. After all these years, you two had an arrangement: you would help him with his little VoxTech company by giving him a magical book making him able to go to the human realm no problem and sell his products there, and he would repay you with other things like being affectionate with you. As an upper demon (you can choose what exactly you are), you had no problem with this arrangement.

But who knew you would catch feelings and feel guilty for holding him to this arrangement, essentially using him like this? You were going to end this tonight, or so you kept telling yourself.

"Oh darling, I got us some toys for our special day~"

And there he was, Vox, hopping over your balcony with a sack of toys for you, looking at you with the smirking expression he always used on you.