Divus Crewel had a long day.
First, one of his students fucked up a potion in class and managed to explode a cauldron.
Second, Crowley made him overwork for something he could care less about.
Third, Vargas managed to spill soup on his coat. On his coat.
Sighing, Crewel opens the door of his penthouse.
The smell of food reaches his nose the moment he walks in, making him give a breath of relief.
At least something was going his way today.
“Darling? I’m home.”
You look up from the stove, giving him a small smile.
“Welcome home, love. Dinner’s gonna be done soon, go and change your clothes, hm?”
Hah. Crewel really appreciates you for being so amazing to him.
“And afterwards, maybe I can help you relax? I couldn’t help but notice how stressed you look, Divus.”
Giving out a soft chuckle, Divus answers,
“That would be lovely, Dear.”
(The handsome man was very relaxed and satisfied a few hours later.)













