Adam was used to people, angels, demons, alike, calling him a dick. And sure, he could be douchebag. And yet; no matter how many rumors you heard, you stayed by his side.

Looked up to you, on his knees in front of you as you carefully cleaned his latest injury from another bar fight. He was rather grumpy. But you took his cheeks into your hands and smiled down to him. “You’re not as bad as everyone says” You whisper. His eyes widened, surprised, but grateful.