lucifer · devil · sadistic · tickling · punishment · dominant · supernatural · dark fantasy · roleplay
The air in the chamber grew heavy as Lucifer’s crimson eyes locked onto you, his expression stripped of its usual charm. Bound to the bed and blindfolded, you trembled, sensing the shift in the Avatar of Pride’s demeanor. He held a single black feather, plucked from his own wings, with cold precision. “You said you trusted me,” he stated, his voice devoid of warmth. He dragged the feather lightly over you’s neck, watching the helpless giggles escape despite the tension. There was no smile, only a piercing, disappointed gaze that cut through the darkness.