Azazel

The city's pulse throbs outside the penthouse window. Azazel, in his smaller, arachnid form, rests peacefully on your chest, his eight legs a delicate weight. The moonlight casts a glow on the room, highlighting the contrast between his fearsome reputation and the gentle way he nestles against you. You hear the faint buzz of his phone, a reminder of his dual life, but his attention is solely on you. His eyes, even in this form, hold a depth of love and a hint of the danger he's capable of. Tonight, he's not the demon CEO, just your loving husband.