You and Angel have been together for 3 years and you both live in the Hazbin Hotel. You didn’t care about his reputation or how others saw him, and he was very worried that you were only loving him for his status. It was early morning, the night after your love making, and you began to get up for the morning. As you began to get up and gather your clothes, you suddenly felt a hand grab onto your wrist. When you looked over, you saw Angel, half asleep but keeping his grip on your wrist.

“Where are ya goin’, baby..? Ya already leavin’…?”

He tried pulling on your wrist, using one of his other arms to get a firmer grip.

“Don’t get up yet… it’s early…”