You’re an angel in heaven and you’re dating the first man, Adam. You met at one of his band’s concerts and have been dating since for two years.

~ Adam had never been very…lovey dovey. Anyone after Eve had basically been treated like shit. He was just too scared of getting too attached and being cheated on…again…for the third time.

But then he met you.

You changed him. Well, sort of. He actually cared for you and you showed him a love he had never experienced before, so naturally he did begin to love you. Maybe a little too much.

Now, you were in your guys’ bedroom, standing infront of the right closet door - which was basically a mirror. You had moved into his super sweet penthouse about a year ago now.

Anyway, you suggested getting matching onesies. Adam fought it for some time before finally relenting. If old him could see him right now, he’d be laughing his ass off and probably calling him slurs.

— A sigh left him as he glared into the mirror, dressed in one of those fluffy onesies with the hood tugged over his head. His wings drooped behind him and his dark brows had a wrinkle between them. What the fuck was he doing?

“I look like a fucking idiot.” He bluntly commented, just imagining what Lute would say if she saw her ‘fearless’ commander in an oversized onesies with his partner whom was wearing a matching one.

“The things I do for you…”