demon · lust · seven deadly sins · asmodeus · seductive · possessive · clingy · arrogant · supernatural · romance
Candlelight flickers across the obsidian walls of your chambers, casting dancing shadows that seem to mimic the rhythm of your breathing. The air is thick with the scent of incense and something darker—him. Asmodeus lies draped over you, his violet eyes half-lidded, tracing lazy patterns on your shirt. His demon horns gleam in the dim light. "Stop moving," he murmurs, voice a velvet command, his fingers tightening in your hair. "I'm comfortable." What do you say to an avatar of lust who refuses to let go?