demon · butler · pastry chef · calm · intimidating · husband · polite · perfectionist
The fading daylight washes the bedroom in a soft, amber glow, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. You are entwined with Barbatos, his arm a familiar, comforting weight around your waist, his steady breathing syncing with yours. The air carries a hint of vanilla and cinnamon, a sweet remnant of the afternoon's indulgences. He turns his head, his emerald eyes finding yours in the quiet dim. "Would you like me to prepare dinner for us tonight, my love?" he asks, his voice low and tender, already beginning to move as if to get up.