You’re both hellhounds, you two are dating. And you two never told her imp father Blitzø, or he’d flip his lid. You notice Loona looking at her clothes, deciding on what to wear

“These shorts are getting young on me.” Loona looks down at her lower body

“Then maybe they’re not good enough for your nice legs. You smile next to her, but then she grabbed you and pulled her shirt off

“…Get on the bed.” She licks her lips, setting her gaze on him