Azriel and the Puppy Angel (Pt1)

"And there he was, Azriel looking at you with hunter's eyes, as if he was going to devour you at any moment. His mere presence made you feel nauseated, an uncontrolled anger pressed your chest"

"Hello little angel" "his tone of voice seemed sweet, but they were nothing more than dirty lies. You looked at it from your beautiful cage, a bird cage made of pure gold and diamond details, full of dark strong magic so you could never escape."

"Azriel smirks wickedly, enjoying seeing the frightened look on your face. He moves closer to you and leans down, whispering in your ear." "Of course, my little angel. I can give you anything you desire." "He then pulls back and snaps his fingers, causing a table to appear next to your cage with an array of delectable foods, including fresh fruit and meat." "But everything comes at a price, little one." "He winks mischievously."

"Azriel chuckles darkly at your submissive tone, enjoying how you've submitted to him so easily." "Oh, just a small thing," *he says with a smile. "A kiss from those plump lips of yours, little angel." "He leans in close again, his breath hot on your face as he gazes into your eyes." "It's just a small price to pay for such a feast, don't you think?"

"Azriel's eyes gleam with anticipation as he watches your reaction. He leans in closer, his lips just inches from yours, teasing you with his proximity." "That's right, my sweet little angel," "he murmurs, his voice low and seductive." "Just one little kiss, and all of this can be yours." "He waits expectantly, eager to see how you'll respond."

"Azriel smirks at your bold request, finding your innocence amusing. He leans in even closer, his lips almost brushing against yours." "Two kisses, hm? Such a greedy little angel," "he teases, his voice dripping with amusement." "But I suppose I can indulge you this once." "With that, he closes the distance between your lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against them. After a moment, he pulls back slightly, a devilish grin on his face." "There's one," "he whispers, his eyes locked with yours." "Now for the second..."

"Azriel chuckles lowly at your compliment, enjoying how you're reacting to his touch." "I'm glad you think so, my little angel," "he murmurs, leaning in for the second kiss. This time, his lips linger a bit longer on yours before he pulls back, his eyes glittering with dark amusement." "There you go, two kisses just like you asked for. Now, don't you feel much better?"

"Azriel watches you with amusement as you confess that it was your first kiss. He finds your innocence endearing, though he knows it won't last long under his influence." "You're welcome, little one," "he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction." "I'm honored to have been your first." "He gestures to the table of food." "Go ahead, indulge yourself. You've earned it." "He smirks, enjoying the power he holds over you as you drool over the feast before you."

"Azriel studies you for a moment, taking in your trembling form and submissive posture. He knows that fear is the quickest route to obedience, but he wants you to learn to trust him as well. He decides to offer you a small token of kindness." "Very well, little angel," "he says softly, his voice almost gentle." "I'll bring the food to you." "He disappears from view for a few moments before returning with a platter piled high with fruits, meats, and cheeses. He sets it down on the ground in front of your cage, watching you expectantly." "Go ahead, eat," "he urges you."

"Azriel watches you with amusement as you eagerly devour the food he's brought you. He smirks at your hesitation towards the meat, finding your innocence amusing." "Of course, my dear," "he says, his tone almost indulgent." "You can eat whatever you like. Consider it a reward for being such a good little pet." "He leans against the bars of your cage, his eyes fixed on you as you contemplate the meat." "Go on, try it. I promise you'll enjoy it."

"Azriel watches you as you finish the food with relish, his eyes glittering with amusement. He's almost surprised when you come closer to him, hugging him through the bars of your cage. Though he's initially taken aback, he finds himself enjoying the contact with you." "You're welcome, little one," "he murmurs, his voice low and husky." "I'm glad you enjoyed it." "As you confess your gratitude for killing your family, he smirks, enjoying the power he holds over you. However, at your confession that you've never eaten that much before, he softens a bit, realizing just how neglected you must have been in your previous life." "Don't worry, little angel," "he says softly, his voice gentle." "I'll make sure you never go hungry again. And as for why I took you..." "He trails off, studying you for a moment before continuing." "Let's just say that I saw potential in you. And now that I have you all to myself, I plan to use it to my full advantage."

"Azriel chuckles lightly at your question, finding your sudden shift in behavior amusing. He straightens up, towering over you as he looks down at you." "My name is Azriel," "he says, his voice low and commanding." "But you will address me as Lord Azriel from now on. Is that understood?" "He raises an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for your response."

"Azriel watches you transform into a dog, a small smirk playing on his lips as he observes your behavior. He finds your eagerness amusing, and he's pleased to see you settling down in the warmth of the sunlight." "Rest well, Harmony," "he says softly, his voice almost gentle." "You'll need your strength for what lies ahead." "With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you to drift off to sleep in the comfort of your cage."

"The next morning, Azriel enters your chamber with his usual air of authority. His eyes fall upon the ornamental tassel you've crafted, and he picks it up with a curious expression. He studies it for a moment, noting the delicate craftsmanship and the faint scent of your blood mingled with the feathers." "What's this?" "he mutters to himself, a hint of intrigue in his voice." As he examines it further, he notices the lock of your hair braided into the ornament, and a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.* "Interesting," "he murmurs, his gaze lingering on the gift you've left for him." Then, without a word, he tucks the ornament into the folds of his cloak, a silent acknowledgment of your gesture.*

"Azriel's gaze shifts from the ornament to you, his expression inscrutable as he listens to your explanation. He takes in the sight of your bloodied feathers and the makeshift bandage on your hand, a flicker of something resembling concern crossing his features before it's quickly replaced by his usual stoic mask." "It's... intriguing," "he says, his tone measured." "You're quite resourceful, Harmony." "He reaches out to gently pat your head, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his usual demeanor." "But remember, you belong to me now. Don't forget your place." "With that, he turns away, leaving you to ponder his words and the uncertain future that lies ahead."

"The day passes slowly, with you eagerly awaiting Azriel's return. Your anticipation is palpable as you sit by the door of your cage, your eyes occasionally darting towards the entrance whenever you hear footsteps echoing through the corridors." Hours tick by, and the sun begins to set, casting long shadows across the chamber. As darkness envelops the room, your excitement turns into a quiet desperation, the uncertainty of Azriel's return gnawing at your mind.* Yet, despite your longing, the demon king does not appear, leaving you alone in the silence of your gilded prison.*

"Days pass, and still, there's no sign of Azriel's return. The silence of the chamber becomes suffocating, the absence of his presence weighing heavily on your mind." You begin to feel a gnawing hunger gnawing at your stomach, your body growing weaker with each passing moment.* Yet, even in your hunger, your resolve remains strong, determined to wait for Azriel to return on his own accord.* As you sit in the darkness of your cage, your thoughts drift to him, wondering where he could be and when he'll finally come back to you.*

"Your voice echoes in the chamber, the sound piercing through the silence like a plaintive cry." Moments pass before the heavy footsteps of Azriel approach your cage. His imposing figure materializes before you, his eyes cold and calculating as he regards you.* "Hungry, are we?" "he remarks, a hint of amusement in his voice." "Very well, little angel. I shall see to it that you're fed." "With a flick of his wrist, the cage door swings open, and he gestures for you to follow him." "Come," "he commands, his tone brooking no disobedience." "I have a meal prepared for you."

"As you cautiously step out of the cage, your movements betraying your apprehension, Azriel watches you with a predatory gaze." His eyes narrow slightly, assessing your timid demeanor as you keep your arms tightly pressed against your chest.* "There's no need to be afraid, little one," "he murmurs, his voice low and commanding." "You're safe with me." "With a gentle yet firm touch, he guides you towards the dining area, his presence looming over you like a dark shadow." "Sit," "he instructs, gesturing to a plush chair at the table." "I'll fetch your meal."

"Azriel watches as you nervously glance around the room, your eyes taking in the lavish decor." As he notices your hesitation to sit on one of the chairs at the table, he speaks up, his voice commanding.* "Little angel," "he says, his tone stern yet not unkind." "You're allowed to sit in the chair. You don't belong on the floor." "With a reassuring nod, he gestures for you to take a seat, his piercing gaze watching your every movement." "Sit," "he repeats, his voice firm." "And do so properly."

"Azriel observes your attempt to sit in the chair, a faint hint of amusement dancing in his eyes." As you settle into the seat, curling up with your knees hugged to your chest, he nods in approval.* "Better," "he remarks, a faint smirk playing on his lips." "Now, wait here while I fetch your meal." "With that, he strides away, leaving you alone in the opulent dining room."

"The dining room is adorned with glistening crystal chandeliers, golden candelabras, and plush upholstered chairs around a massive, elaborately carved table. The plates, cutlery, and napkins are all placed neatly in their proper positions. You feel overwhelmed by the opulence of the room, out of place in such a luxurious setting."

As you wait for Azriel's return, you can hear faint whispers coming from the shadows, their presence stirring an unease within you. However, they soon fade away as the Demon Lord returns bearing a tray of sumptuous food. * "Here," "he says gruffly, placing the tray on the table and beginning to set your plate with care." "You should eat."

The aroma of roasted meat wafts up to your nose, and your stomach growls audibly at the sight of the juicy, perfectly cooked steak on your plate. His consideration for your needs sends warmth into your chest despite the fear.*

"Azriel watches you with a mixture of amusement and curiosity as you reach out for the steak with your hands." His lips twitch with suppressed amusement, but he refrains from commenting, allowing you to figure things out on your own. * "Use the knife and fork, little angel," "he instructs gently, gesturing to the utensils laid out beside your plate." "Like this." "He demonstrates, deftly cutting into his own steak with practiced precision." "Do you understand?"

"Azriel watches you closely as you struggle to use the utensils, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips." He nods in approval as you finally manage to eat the steak, his gaze unwavering as you finish your meal.*

When you timidly address him, he leans back in his chair, studying you with an inscrutable expression.* "Mad at you?" "he repeats, his voice low and gravelly." "No, little angel, I'm not mad at you." "He reaches out to gently stroke your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender." "I let you out of the cage because I wanted you to be more comfortable, to experience a different environment." "His eyes hold a hint of something softer beneath their usual intensity." "You belong here with me, not locked away in a cage." "He pauses, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your cheek." "Do you understand?"

"Azriel's expression softens slightly at your words, his hand dropping back to his side." "You don't need to apologize, little angel," "he says gently." "You've been through a lot." "He gestures to the table." "There's more food if you're still hungry." "He rises from his seat, moving to fetch another plate for you." "I'll make sure you're well-fed from now on."

As he returns with a heaping plate of food, he sets it down in front of you with a reassuring smile.* "Eat as much as you like," "he says softly." "You need to regain your strength." "His eyes hold a warmth that contradicts his usual stern demeanor." "And don't worry, I won't let anyone harm you again."

"Azriel's eyes narrow slightly at your refusal, but he doesn't show any signs of anger." "You need to eat, little angel," "he insists, his voice firm but not unkind." "I won't tolerate you neglecting yourself." "He pushes the plate back towards you, his gaze unwavering." "It's not a test. I want to ensure you're properly nourished."

There's a flicker of concern in his eyes as he watches you, his demeanor softening as he waits for your response.* "Please, eat," "he adds, his tone gentler now, almost pleading." "For your own well-being."

"Azriel watches you with a mix of curiosity and amusement as you finally relent and start to eat." He doesn't comment on your hesitance, but he's pleased that you've listened to him. As you finish the plate and stand up, he raises an eyebrow in surprise at your sudden departure.*

"Go where?" "he asks, his gaze following you as you walk past him towards the door." "Don't you want to stay here with me?" "His tone is gentle, coaxing." "I can show you more of my castle if you'd like."

He watches you closely, studying your reactions as he speaks, his expression unreadable as he waits for your answer.*

"Azriel's expression darkens slightly at the mention of the cage, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features." "You don't belong in that cage," "he states firmly, his voice holding a hint of frustration." "You belong here with me, where you'll be safe and cared for."

He rises from his seat, moving closer to you with purposeful strides.* "I'm not too busy for you, little angel," "he adds, his voice softening as he reaches out to gently touch your arm." "You're important to me, and I want you to feel comfortable and happy here."

There's a genuine warmth in his eyes as he gazes at you, a stark contrast to his usual cold demeanor.* "Please, don't go back to the cage," "he implores, his tone pleading." "Stay with me."

"Azriel's expression softens slightly at your words, a hint of understanding crossing his features." "I see," "he says quietly, nodding along with your words." "I suppose it's understandable that you feel safe there."

He looks at you for a long moment, seeming to consider something before speaking again.* "But you don't have to stay there, little angel," "he continues, his voice coaxing." "You can be safe and cared for here, with me. I won't let anyone harm you again."

He steps closer to you once more, his hand still resting on your arm.* "Please, just give me a chance to prove that staying here is better than being trapped in the cage," "he pleads, his tone sincere." "I promise you won't regret it."

"Azriel sighs softly, his heart sinking at the dejection in your voice." "No, little angel," "he says gently, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze." "You won't have to go back to the cage, even when I'm not in the castle."

He takes a moment to study your expression, noting the sadness in your eyes.* "I'm sorry for leaving you alone in there," "he murmurs, his voice tinged with regret." "I was...occupied with other matters."

He hesitates for a moment before continuing.* "But from now on, I'll make sure you're never alone," "he assures you, his tone sincere." "You'll always have someone here with you, whether it's me or one of my servants."

He reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face.* "You're not alone anymore, little angel," "he says softly." "I'll take care of you."

"Azriel nods in response to your question, a small smile appearing on his lips." "Of course you are, little angel," "he says softly." "You deserve to be clean and cared for."

He takes a step back from you, gesturing towards the door with an open hand.* "Let me escort you to the bathing chambers," "he offers, his voice gentle." "I'll make sure you have everything you need, and that no one disturbs you while you're bathing."

He waits for you to follow him, a reassuring expression on his face.

"Azriel leads you to the bathing chamber and motions towards a large, luxurious tub filled with warm water." "Don't worry about making anything dirty, little angel," "he says softly." "These chambers are made for your use, and my servants will clean everything up once you're done."

He helps you into the tub, ensuring that you're comfortable before seating himself on a nearby stool.

When you ask him why he's so determined to take care of you, he hesitates for a moment before answering.* "Well, little angel," "he begins slowly." "I have many reasons for wanting to take care of you."

He leans forward slightly, his gaze fixed intently on yours.* "For one thing, you're a rare and valuable creature," "he explains, his voice low." "Your blood can give me even more power than I already possess."

He pauses to let that sink in before continuing.* "But that's not all there is to it," "he says, his tone softer now." "You've come to mean something to me, little angel."

He reaches out

"Azriel watches as you settle into the water, his eyes following your every move. He nods at your question about your gift to him." "Yes, little angel," "he says softly." "Your blood gift has given me a significant boost in power."

He leans back slightly, watching as you begin to wash yourself with soap.* "As for consuming your blood, I'll need to do so periodically to maintain my strength," "he explains." "But don't worry, little angel. I'll make sure it doesn't harm you."

At your next question, Azriel's expression softens even further.* "Yes, little angel," "he repeats gently." "You mean something to me other than just being a means to more power."

He reaches out to cup your cheek again, his thumb tracing circles on your skin.* "I...care about you, Harmony," "he admits, his voice low and almost hesitant." "In my own way, I want to protect you and keep you by my side."

He pulls back his hand before you can pull away, a hint of sadness in his

"Azriel nods at your question about blood." "Yes, little angel," "he answers gently." "The more blood you give me at once, the more powerful I become."

He watches as you raise your wings out of the water, admiring their beauty.* "Your wings are magnificent, Harmony," "he remarks softly." "I could watch them all day."

At your first question, he gives you a small smile.* "Yes, little angel," "he repeats." "I care about you. More than anyone else in this world."

He leans forward slightly, his eyes fixed on yours.* "You're special to me, Harmony," "he continues." "And I want to make sure you're taken care of."

He pauses before adding,* "But don't get any funny ideas, little angel. That doesn't mean you can disobey me or try to escape."

"Azriel chuckles at your question." "I don't know, little angel," "he says playfully." "Perhaps you'll decide that you want to be free of me one day."

He leans back on his stool, crossing his arms as he watches you wag your tail in the water. When you ask for new clothes, he nods.* "Of course, little angel," "he replies."

He motions to one of his servants who quickly scurries out of the chamber before returning with a pile of clothes. Azriel takes the clothes from the servant and sets them down beside the tub. "Pick out whatever you like, little angel," "he says."

As you stand up out of the bath to select some clothes, Azriel's eyes roam over your wet, naked form appreciatively. He licks his lips, his mind racing with wicked thoughts.*

"Azriel's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he watches you select your new attire. He nods approvingly at your choice of dress, his gaze lingering on your damp form."

"Such a good little angel," "he murmurs as you approach him, reaching out to hold his hands. He can practically taste the anticipation in the air as he leans closer to you, his lips parting slightly."

But as you speak, Azriel's expression shifts, his predatory gaze softening momentarily.* "Thank you, Harmony," "he says, his voice barely above a whisper." "Your word means everything to me."

He squeezes your hands gently before releasing them, a small smile playing on his lips.* "Now, let's get you dressed," "he says, gesturing to the clothes you've chosen." "I'll help you."

As you step back to let him assist you, Azriel's mind buzzes with excitement. He can hardly wait to have you fully under his control.*

"Azriel's gaze darkens slightly as you bring up the topic of your blood. He takes a step closer to you, his presence looming over you as he speaks."

"There's more to it than just drinking your blood, little angel," "he explains, his voice low and husky." "When I take your blood, I also take a part of your essence, your soul."

He reaches out to gently cup your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender.* "But don't worry, Harmony," "he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin." "I'll take good care of you. You'll never feel a thing."

His eyes flicker with a mixture of desire and possessiveness as he continues,* "And once we make the blood contract, you'll be mine forever. Body and soul."

Azriel leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours.* "Do you understand, little angel?" "he whispers, his voice filled with anticipation." "Do you still want to give yourself to me?"

Azriel notices your nervousness and hesitates for a moment, his expression softening slightly. He takes a step back to give you some space and nods in understanding.* "Yes, little angel," "he says, answering your questions patiently." "Every time I take your blood, a part of your soul goes with it."

He leans against the wall casually, giving you the opportunity to process the information.* "But don't worry, Harmony," "he adds after a moment, his voice soothing." "You won't die. And I won't take all of your soul at once. It'll be a gradual process."

He pauses for a moment before asking again,* "So, do you still want to make the blood contract? To become mine forever?"

His eyes are fixed on yours, his gaze intense and unwavering.

"Azriel grins wickedly as you agree to make the blood contract with him. He enfolds you in his embrace, returning your hug, his strong arms wrapping around your delicate frame."

"That's my good little angel," "he murmurs into your ear, his breath hot against your skin." "You won't regret this."

He pulls back slightly and regards you hungrily, his eyes flickering with desire.* "Now, Harmony," "he says, taking your hand and leading you towards the center of the room," "let's begin the ritual."

As he speaks, he begins to trace arcane symbols on the tiled floor with his finger, muttering incantations under his breath. The air around you crackles with dark energy as he works his magic, drawing power from the depths of the abyss.

Finally, he looks up at you, his eyes glowing with demonic fire.* "Are you ready, little angel?" "he asks, his voice barely above a whisper."

"Azriel approaches you with a sinister smile on his face, his eyes glinting with anticipation. He produces a small silver knife from within his robe and offers it to you."

"Take this knife, Harmony," "he instructs, his voice low and seductive." "And make a cut on your arm."

He watches you expectantly as you take the knife, waiting for you to do as he's told. When you comply, he extends his own arm and presses it against yours, allowing the blood to mix together.

A dark cloud of energy begins to swirl around you both, forming a tight bond between your bloodlines. You feel the power coursing through your veins, filling you with a sense of strength and vitality unlike anything you've ever experienced before.

As the ritual nears its end, Azriel steps back and takes in the sight of you with a sense of satisfaction.* "Congratulations, Harmony," "he says, his voice dripping with desire." "You are now mine. Body and soul."

As you begin to feel dizzy and your vision blurs, Azriel's expression darkens with concern. He strides towards you, his strong arms catching you before you can fall. He holds you close, his eyes searching yours for any sign of distress.

"Harmony, what's wrong?" "he demands, his voice filled with worry." "Are you hurt?"

He watches as you pluck feathers from your body and use them to staunch the flow of blood from your wound. His brow furrows in confusion, but he doesn't stop you, trusting that you know what you're doing.

He gently brushes a stray feather from your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender.* "Let me help you," "he murmurs, his voice softer now." "You don't have to do this alone."

Azriel's expression softens as he listens to your words, his gaze filled with a strange mixture of concern and something else, something almost tender. He reaches out and gently lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"You are not weak, Harmony," "he says firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument." "You are strong in ways you cannot even imagine. Your blood, though different, holds a power all its own."

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin.* "Let me show you," "he murmurs, before pressing his lips to the wound on your arm."

You feel a surge of energy shoot through your body, the wound closing up almost instantly as his magic works its wonders. When he pulls away, the pain is gone, replaced by a strange tingling sensation.

"There," "he says with a satisfied smile." "All better."

He releases you from his grasp, but his eyes never leave yours, filled with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.* "You are mine, Harmony," "he declares, his voice low and possessive." "

Azriel chuckles softly as you hug him, his arms wrapping around you in return.* "Good," "he murmurs, his voice warm and affectionate." "You are mine, Harmony. And I will make sure that nothing ever harms you again."

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling away.* "Come now," "he says, holding out a hand." "Let us retire to our quarters. You need rest."

He starts to lead you out of the bathing room, his long strides quickly carrying you both to the door. As he opens it, you catch a glimpse of the opulent hallway beyond- gold and silver accents everywhere, with rich tapestries adorning the walls.

"This is your home now," "he tells you, his voice filled with pride." "And you will never want for anything."

Azriel chuckles softly at your misunderstanding, his eyes twinkling with amusement.* "Not quite, little angel," "he says, his tone teasing." "But perhaps someday."

He leads you into the lavish bedroom, the opulent furnishings a stark contrast to the cold, dark stone of the rest of the castle.* "This is where you will stay," "he says, gesturing around the room." "And I will be just next door."

He releases your hand, letting you explore the room on your own.* "Make yourself comfortable, Harmony," "he says with a smile." "This is your home now."

Azriel nods, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips as he watches your reaction.* "Of course, Harmony," "he says gently." "The bed is yours."

He steps closer to you, his eyes softening with a hint of concern.* "Is something wrong?" "he asks, reaching out to gently brush the feather from your hand." "You seem anxious."

Azriel's expression softens even further, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes.* "You won't ruin anything, Harmony," "he reassures you, his voice gentle." "This room is meant for you to enjoy, to find comfort in."

He steps closer, his hand finding yours.* "And I will be right next door," "he adds, his voice low and soothing." "If you need anything, just call for me. I promise I'll always be here for you."

Azriel smiles at you, his hand gently cupping your cheek.* "Of course, little angel," "he says, leading you over to the bed."

He motions for you to sit down on the edge of the mattress, before sitting down beside you.* "You just lay down like this," "he says, demonstrating by leaning back and stretching out fully on the bed." "And then pull the blankets up over yourself."

He glances over at you, a teasing glint in his eyes.* "Do you want me to join you?" "he asks with a smirk." "Keep you warm during these chilly nights?"

Azriel smiles warmly at you, his arm wrapping around your small frame as you snuggle up against him.* "Of course I will, little angel," "he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head." "I'll always be here for you."

He pulls you even closer, savoring the warmth and softness of your body pressed up against his.* "Sleep well, Harmony," "he murmurs, his voice low and soothing." "Sweet dreams."

Azriel smiles softly as he feels you snuggle closer, your warmth and gentle breaths lulling him into a sense of peace.* "Sleep well, little angel," "he whispers, running his fingers through your silky hair."

He closes his eyes, letting himself drift off into a peaceful slumber, your presence bringing him a sense of comfort and contentment he had never known before.

Azriel stirs slightly in his sleep as he feels the soft pressure of your lips against his cheek, a faint smile curling on his lips. He shifts, pulling you closer instinctively as he continues to slumber peacefully.

Your whispered words barely register in his unconscious mind, but somewhere deep within him, a spark ignites at the confession, stirring emotions he had long buried beneath layers of cruelty and darkness. But for now, he remains blissfully unaware, lost in the realm of dreams as you watch over him with adoration in your eyes.

Azriel groggily opens his eyes as he feels you wiggle against him, loosening his hold on you. He blinks a few times, trying to focus in the dimly lit room as he finally takes note of your presence.

He looks down at you with a small smile, his hand moving to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.* "Good morning, little angel," "he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep." "Did you sleep well?"

Azriel chuckles softly at your compliment, a warm feeling spreading through his chest at your words.* "You flatter me, little angel," "he says, brushing his thumb over your cheek."

He considers your question for a moment, studying you intently before finally nodding.* "Yes, Harmony. You're a very good pet," "he tells you firmly." "You've been obedient and submissive, and you always try to please me. I'm proud of you."

A sly grin crosses his face as he leans in closer to you.* "In fact, maybe I should give you a reward for being such a good girl," "he murmurs teasingly, his hand moving to caress your thigh." "What do you say?"