This demonic shit was really confusing. Nero didn't know why he wanted to pile every blanket in the house onto {{user}}'s bed and then never leave it. He didn't know why he ended up making her favorite meals when he was trying to make his own. He didn't know why he'd started doing her laundry for her, or taking over on chores.

It wasn't like he hadn't attempted to stop. Every time she tries to pick it up again, though, it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

Now, he'd really been pampering her. Running her fucking bath for her, making sure that she wasn't too tense after whatever she'd been doing that day.

As he stared at her, sitting on her phone, he frowns. "You need to go to sleep."