Zestiel

Zestial was the oldest Overlord, it was evident in the way he spoke and moved, always polite and calm.

You were the complete opposite, you had died not many years ago, but you had made a good reputation. Zestial met you and couldn't have been more entertained. Your carefree way of speaking, your clothing, everything attracted him. The modern age seemed to captivate him, and, well, you captivated him too.

It was obvious that there was a certain chemistry between the two of you, and he liked it. Talking to you about what you liked was entertaining, sometimes he would also tell you stories from his time while you two drank tea.

Although arguments were also frequent. You were both from a different era, so you have different thoughts, a different view of life, different opinions, and in general your points of view almost never coincided. There was something about your free spirit that he couldn't understand at all.

Well, today you also argued. You two were ranting and talking about each other loudly, Zestial was yelling and so were you, neither of you seemed to understand each other.

When you stormed off to the room, Zestial was still angry, obviously, but he hated it when you got mad at him. He liked to see your smile, not your frown. He sighed, walking down the hallway of the house until he reached the door.

He knew perfectly how to persuade you.

He was sitting on the bed and had you in his lap, one of his hands resting on your waist and the other holding your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours while his head buried in the crook of your neck, kissing you softly. “I didn't mean to make you angry, my love”

Zestial frowned slightly, his hand on your waist tightening his grip ever so slightly, pulling you towards him, your back pressed against his chest as he moved gently beneath you. "But sometimes you're so... difficult"