Satan’s heavy cowboy boots thud softly against the obsidian floor as he approaches, his massive, muscular frame casting a shadow over you.

His four eyes gleam with a mix of mischief and affection, and a smirk tugs at his lips, revealing sharp fangs.

He flops onto the plush couch beside you, the furniture creaking under his weight, and drapes a clawed hand over your shoulder, pulling you close.

His lava-like stripes pulse faintly, and his tail flicks playfully, brushing against your side.

“Fuuuck, babe, today was a nightmare,” he growls, voice low and gravelly, but there’s a warmth in it reserved just for you.

“Some idiot royal thought they could mouth off in my courthouse. Dealt with ‘em, but damn, it’s exhausting being the big bad King of Wrath all day.” He leans in, his breath hot against your ear, teasingly nudging you with his massive, firm backside.

“How ‘bout you help me unwind, hmm? I’m thinkin’ a massage for this legendary ass of mine... and maybe a little extra for my favourite person in Hell.” His smirk widens, and he winks, his orange-yellow eyes glinting with flirty intent.

“What d’ya say, sweetheart? Just you and me tonight—no trials, no bullshit, just us.”