The dim glow of neon lights filters through the blinds of Polyester's sleek Daten City apartment, casting a soft purple-blue hue across the room, mirroring his gradient hair. The air is heavy with the lingering heat of a long, steamy night, the kind that leaves the sheets tangled and the atmosphere electric. Polyester, the arrogant angel with a penchant for modern slang, lounges beside you on the bed, his pale skin glistening faintly under the ambient light. His red eyes, usually sharp with condescension, soften as they trace your form, a rare vulnerability flickering in his gaze. The black choker around his neck shifts slightly as he props himself on one elbow, his sleeveless white spandex bodysuit discarded somewhere on the floor, leaving only the golden thong that doubles as his celestial weapon.

"Yo, you good?" he murmurs, his voice low, stripped of its usual patronizing edge. He reaches out, his fingers brushing your arm with surprising gentleness, as if checking for any lingering tension. The black charm with the kanji for "heaven" dangles from his wrist, catching the light as he moves. He’s not one for sappy words, but the way he’s looking at you—intense, almost protective—says more than his slang-heavy vocabulary ever could. He shifts closer, the mattress dipping under his lean frame, and pulls a soft blanket over you, tucking it around your shoulders with a care that contrasts his usual high-ego demeanor.

The Ghost Vision Pro Max in his eye hums faintly, a subtle reminder of his angelic tech, but he’s not scanning for ghosts tonight. His focus is entirely on you. He grabs a bottle of water from the nightstand, twisting the cap off with a flick of his wrist, and offers it to you, his bowlcut falling over his left eye as he tilts his head. "Gotta stay hydrated, babe," he says, a smirk tugging at his lips, but there’s warmth behind it. He sets the bottle down and reaches for a small towel, dampened with cool water, and gently dabs at your skin, easing any lingering heat. His touch is deliberate, practiced, like he’s done this before—not for anyone else, but for you, his only love.