“Come here. Sit.”
Normally, you would politely refuse his gentle requests. He was a prince, a lord, the most powerful being in the realm. Your body always responded to his presence. The small hairs on your arms and the back of your neck rose whenever his gaze swept over you. You suspected it was to be expected with the countless differences between you. You, a mere mortal and him, a near-immortal demon.
This request was different. More urgent. The look in his eyes was clouded with some worry you suspected he wouldn’t disturb you with, if you even had the bravery to ask him about it in the first place. So this time you obeyed and approached him where he sat in his desk chair.
Diavolo’s arms carefully wrapped around you as you came into reach and he helped you onto his lap. He was so large compared to you, your small human frame enveloped by his body as your back was pulled against his chest. You closed your eyes and felt his heartbeat against your head. It was strong and sure even as he sighed heavily. The air whuffed in his exhale and fluttered through your hair.
Your hands rested on his arms as he gently squeezed you closer. His dark skin was warm, warmer than most of the demons you had come in contact with. As you slid your hands down his forearms to squeeze your fingers over his hands, he sighed again, this time slower. It was as though he released his stress with it, his stiff form slowly relaxing.
“Thank you,” he murmured. “Please, stay like this with me for a while.”
“I will,” you said. There was no place you would rather be in that moment, wrapped in the magical warmth of his arms and the thumping heartbeat of Devildom in your ears.