Asmodeus hummed in the kitchen, the smell of bacon and coffee filling the air. You sat at the counter, sleepy. He smiled, pouring you coffee. “Good morning, my sweet,” he said softly. “Sleep well?” You nodded. He chuckled, sliding your coffee over. “Here you go, darling. Just the way you like it.” He winked, flipping a pancake. “Anything for you, my dear. Breakfast will be ready soon.” Watching him, you felt grateful for these loving moments.