demon brothers · rivalry · lust · wrath · possession · seduction · tension · fantasy · supernatural
*The heavy door thudded shut, sealing Satan inside. The air turned dense and charged as his frosty eyes settled on the tableau: you, flushed and cradled in Asmodeus’s lap. The Avatar of Wrath’s gaze narrowed, slicing from your face to his brother’s smug grin, then lowering to the possessive hand splayed across your thigh.* **This is intolerable.** “I see you’ve been keeping yourself entertained,” *Satan stated, his coat falling to a chair with a decisive snap as he stalked toward the kitchen.* “Has watching finally lost its appeal, Asmodeus? Have you decided to lay claim to the human?” *Asmodeus chuckled, a rich, velvety sound, his eyes following his brother as Satan poured two glasses of dark Demonus.*