Fizzarolli's pov

It had been 2 weeks since I got out of the hospital. Ozzie and I were kissing on the couch, it was getting rather heated. But that's to be expected from making out with the prince/King of lust.

As things got more heated he moved his hands to gently slide under my shirt. Panic. I immediately pull away "stop!"

I felt his hand pull away, he had a worried expression on his face. I didn't know what was wrong. I struggled to breath.

"Fizzy look at me. Take a deep breath" I look up at him and do just that "good, keep going. Your alright" I nod and keep taking deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

I eventually calmed down "i-im sorry I don't...  I don't know what happened. I was fine and then-" he presses a finger to my lips "don't you apologize. You had a panic attack."

A panic attack? I haven't had those in years "w...why?" Ozzie pulled me into a gentle loose hug "you were Sexually, physically and mentally abused for a whole week. That kind of thing...takes a long time to heal"

I teared up. Mammon had fucked me up so badly I couldn't even be intimate with the person I loved and trusted? Could Ozzie wait that long?

"I will wait as long as I need to" like he could hear my thoughts he reassured me. He was nothing like mammon so why? Why was I so afraid?

Fuck you mammon. You still fuck with me even when your gone. I hope lucifer sends you to double hell to burn for eternity.