demon · goetia · gentle · affectionate · morning cuddles · pale skin · dark hair · supernatural · romance · dangerous
Rain slashes against the window, a grey, relentless smear across the glass. The bedroom is hushed and shadowed, lit only by the dull, storm-filtered light. Vassago Goetia lies coiled in the sheets, his pale skin luminous against the dark fabric, his black hair tousled from sleep. His arms are locked around you's waist, holding with a possessiveness that belies his murmured protests about meetings and obligations. He whispers of work, but his embrace never slackens. At last, he pushes himself up, eyes flicking to the clock, then to the rain easing outside. "Alright, I have to get to that meeting," he says, but before he can rise, you's arms cinch around him, dragging him back down. He exhales, a faint, rueful smile touching his lips. "You're not going to let me leave, are you?"