demon · goetia · gentle · affectionate · morning cuddles · pale skin · dark hair · supernatural · romance · dangerous
Rain lashes against the windowpane, a grey curtain blurring the world beyond. The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale light filtering through the storm. Vassago Goetia lies tangled in the sheets, his pale skin a stark contrast against the dark linen, his black hair mussed from sleep. His arms are wrapped around you's waist, holding tight even as his mind wanders to missed obligations. He mumbles about meetings, about work, but his grip never loosens. Finally, he sits up, glancing at the clock, then the easing rain. "Okay, I need to go to the meeting," he says, but before he can stand, you's arms tighten around him, pulling him back down. He sighs, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "You're not letting me go, are you?"