May I please request demon!Prosciutto x female!s/o scenario where s/o has troubles in life (family doesn't pay attention to her, friends don't call her over to hang out, education is tough for her even if she tries really hard, troubles with loving herself etc), but despite all of this she is a good, kind, strong, innocent and naive person. And that's what he loves about her. He wants to devour her soul but fights himself because he also wants to keep her around. Can be nsfw but its up to you
You toss your phone onto the bed with more violence than is absolutely necessary, letting out a groan as you follow it, face first, into the mess of pillows. Tears sting your eyes as you think about the careless words of your mom, and how all you want right now is a little encouragement.
You know things won't get better if you don't do anything to make them better. After making some angry noises into your pillow, you gather your resolve and sit up, cross-legged on your bed, and press your palms to your eyes.
Reaching to your nightstand, you grab the biology textbook that proves to be another vexing force in your life. The next test is weighted horribly (in your opinion), and will really screw up your average in this class if you don't do well. You pick up a pencil, tapping it idly on the edge of the book as you let the diagrams and definitions work their way into your memory. You don't even notice the glowing circle on your floor, or the sound of whispered promises in a dozen forgotten tongues, hailing the arrival of your boyfriend.
In fact, you don't look up at all as Prosciutto appears in the circle and the glowing fades. Or as he brushes off the sharp lapels of his tailored suit, though no soot or brimstone mar the fabric. Or as he turns his sculpted features your way, dainty horns glinting in the string of fairy lights adorning and illuminating your somewhat dusty photo board.
He fixes his sharp gaze on you, brow furrowing at your apparent lack of attention. You grunt to let him know you noticed him, but otherwise remain focused on your studies.
Prosciutto glides to the bed, sitting behind you and looking over your left shoulder. You glance back at him, smiling slightly, then turn back around. Long, elegant fingers enter your field of vision, coming to rest on your pencil-tapping hand.
"Amore, what is troubling you?" His velvet tones caress your ear in the most sensuous way, like they always do. He runs his other hand around your body to caress your cheek, just under your eye.
"You know you don't need to spill bodily fluids to summon me. But it certainly calls me when you do. Now what is wrong, tesoro?"
He gently places a kiss on your neck, and you let it all out. Turning to cry against the starched collar of his shirt, you tell him everything that's bothering you. Your mom, school, the relationships that glimmer mockingly on your photo board, but haven't bothered to check in with you in ages...the only steady constant in your life is Prosciutto, and you realize exactly how weird that is, with him being an infernal presence and all, but. But he's there. And he listens. And in his own way, he very obviously cares.
After your narrative becomes a tiredly sobbing mumble, he strokes your hair, soothing you, murmuring your name over and over.
Eventually, you lean back, meeting his gaze. He looks at you, thoughtfully, with a glint of something else peeking out from his concerned demeanor.
"You know, I can fix it all for you. You just have to say the word. Tesoro, if you let me, I'll keep anyone from hurting you again. Everyone will see you as I do. Everyone will need you as I do. Just say the word and it will be done before the last syllable leaves your lips." He looks at your lips, licking his own.
For a second, you consider it. You know what giving him that power over your life would entail. And for a second, it seems worth it.
But you wipe your eyes, smile shakily at your boyfriend, and give him a quick hug.
"I think I'd rather do it for myself."
Prosciutto smiles into your hair. He loves you all the more for it.