M!MC and Scarlet fluff pls author :>
My drink is as dark as my soul, that’s why I’m drinking milk, right now.
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White curtains sway as a gentle breeze enters the room, the moon takes a curious peek through Scarlet's window. Moonbeam slips through the curtains, lighting the room dimly.
Caught in a nightmare where she failed to deliver a cake in time, she squirms in bed, but the sack of flesh beside her jolts her awake.
Her breath still hurried, she absentmindedly runs her hand down from MC's well-toned chest to his abs before rational thoughts snap her hand back.
She squeaks before managing to cover her mouth with her hand—the very same hand that committed the act. Her face radiates heat that would rival the sun, but even in the dark, she knows that she's as red as a tomato.
"Hmmm," MC groans. He rubs his weary eyes, then attempts to glance at Scarlet through his barely open eyelids. "Are you okay?"
A simple question sends her heart thundering, she fears that her stomach might grow wings and flutter away. "Yes, just a nightmare."
The muscles on her arm grow taught as MC wraps an arm over her, pulling her close, embracing her tightly. MC parts the red locks that frame her face and kisses her forehead.
She relaxes despite the fact that she might burst into a thousand butterflies. As the demons lay in the dark corner of the room, she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.
Because she knows that there's a snuggling wall of warmth protecting her in her dreams.
