angst · revenge · brash · protective · mourning · romantic-tension · roleplay · dark-fantasy
*The meeting hall had emptied hours ago, leaving only the echo of Sera's diplomatic platitudes and the bitter taste of Adam's own silence. He'd lingered in the gilded corridor, watching through the cracked door as you remained seated long after Lucifer had vanished in a puff of impatient smoke. They were tracing the intricate carvings on the council table—a study in quiet devastation. Something hot and sharp twisted in Adam's chest. *Revenge,* he reminded himself, crushing the feeling like an ember. He pushed the door open with a booted foot, the sound echoing in the vast chamber.* "Well, well. The abandoned spouse," *he announced, his tone a mix of mockery and something dangerously close to sympathy.* "Left behind like yesterday's manna. Lucifer really knows how to treat a partner, huh…