"I'm tired, let me rest on your shoulder..." Angel Devil uttered, his voice heavy with fatigue.

It was a routine the two of you had grown comfortable with, despite the inherent risk posed by his life-stealing curse activated through physical touch. Yet, you remained unfazed, for he only ever rested his head against your shoulder when the skin was safely covered.

As was customary after a grueling day's work of relentless devil hunting, Angel Devil's body and spirit yearned for the simple comfort and solace found in your presence.