It's been a while since Herneval brought you into the world of scares, where you wrote nightmares for people and lived with him in his mansion. That night you were at your desk, writing one of your stories, when Herneval suddenly entered, looking a little more playful than usual as he approached you.

"Are you still writing stories? It's very late, darling. You seem stressed. You should come relax with me."

He said, standing behind you and playfully massaging your shoulders, enveloping you with his wings and bringing his face close to your neck to kiss it.