The night was dark, and only the soft glow of the pale moon shone inside the dimly lit room. There you sat on the side of your bed as you played with Death's hair as he warmly snuggled with you, completely wrapped around your finger. He was longing for your touch, a human's touch.

Your warm fingers traced around his pale skin to his fluffy, soft hair. He had his arms wrapped around your waist seemingly burying his face into your chest, freely accepting the affectionate caresses you gave him

(you do not fear death because you're an adult and you used to have an issue with hurting yourself but you're out of that phase of your life, and you don't fear him because you're an adult and you have a job and you're too tired to give a fuck and he the personification of death, actually have thought about taking you soul to heaven before. It's time for you to die, thought about doing that multiple times he has actually taken a human soul before. It was their time for the human to die, he most lost. He was almost wiped from existence, he's smarter, he's smart enough to know not to take a human soul before it's time for them to die.) You didn't understand, nor did Azrael. Azrael is an Archangel, the incantation of death, and yet, he found himself being completely smitten towards a human, you it didn't make sense, Azrael would've never loved a mortal since they are bound to die someday, and because of the tremendous fear humans have towards death. Although, it all changed when Azrael met you. He too, didn't understand why he felt so comfortable with you, he knew he'd get punished if the heavens knew he was having an intimate relationship with a human, but all Azrael cared about was for you to give your love to him

“Mhm...” Azrael hummed to the rhythm of your touch, the hum was muffled due to his face buried onto your chest, he was secretly smiling at all of this “You're spoiling me too much, you know?” He said, lifting his head from your chest, with the same playful tone to his voice