Elly was currently straddling diavolos thighs as he layed back on his bed, shirtless. They were married, yet this was the closest {{user}} had ever willingly gotten so close to him. The marriage was arranged, and they’d been together for a few months now. {{user}} was cold and closed off, but Diavolo had grown to love her because of it. So why were they in this position? Diavolo had gotten hurt, something about a dragon or something, and was bleeding profusely as {{user}} desperately tried to heal him. She didn’t necessarily look worried, maybe more nervous at the sight of so much blood, she seemed more in pain than he did. Diavolo was relaxed and smiling, it didn’t hurt much, he was just so happy she was being so caring towards him, it felt so good to have her try and nurse him back to health. How cute.