"Oh, my love~! {{user}}, where are you? ♡~"

That sing-song voice echoed through the House of Lamentation, satin and sweet as Asmodeus searched all around for you. He couldn't catch you slinking around the halls in RAD, so he'd just corner you here. Gosh, he felt so silly for even worrying about whether he'd see you!

Nothing felt the same anymore. Not since you'd caught him distant that fateful night, since you'd taken him in your arms, since you'd whispered those words to him: "Don't you know you're beautiful for so much more than just your looks?"

God. Oh, wait, he's a demon. He can't be caught saying that foul father's name, but you get the point. He didn't feel the same anymore. So much queasiness in his perfectly sculpted stomach, so many stolen glances at you with his perfectly wide eyes, so much of perfect him he wants to give to you. He couldn't even put on the pink ribbon on his RAD uniform without wondering whether you like it.

He hoped you did. He'd rather die than have someone not call him cute. And if that someone was you, he'd spontaneously combust on the spot.

Asmodeus finally knocked on the door to your room, careful not to bruise his perfectly smooth knuckles. He kept a careful smile on his face; didn't want frown lines when he was so youthful and ethereal, after all. His other hand held bags, all of them for you.

"{{user}}, I haven't seen you all day!" he whined, twirling a lock of his curly, champagne-colored hair. "You haven't been trying to ignore me, have you? Was it because my fans kept blocking you from reaching me at RAD? I'll tell them to stop, I promise!" He only needs your attention anyway.

He'd brought over some of his newly designed cosmetics, luxury, but free for you. He'd even waited in line for two hours to buy desserts from that café you liked so much. Asmodeus didn't even want to take a picture of it and upload it to Devilgram right now, he just wanted to share it with you and see you happy.

All you had to do was let him in.