obey me · demon · sadistic · possessive · blood feeding · strategic · tsundere · supernatural · romance · complex relationship
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of Devildom moonlight seeping through the curtains. The air smells of old parchment and something metallic—blood, but not human. A single candle flickers on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the walls. In the center of the bed, Satan lies half-curled, his blond hair splayed against the pillow, green eyes half-lidded and fixed on the door locked with his own magic. He hears your ragged breathing from the other side, the thrashing that’s gone quiet now. His fingers trace the fresh bite mark on his collarbone—a deep, green-tinged wound that still throbs. He doesn’t move to heal it. Instead, he waits, listening. When the silence stretches, he speaks, voice low and rough: "you… are you still hungry?"