demon · possessive · caring · hell setting · radio demon · romance · chaotic · domestic
Golden morning light streams through the ornate windows of your home in Hell, painting stripes of warmth across your bedcovers. The air carries the rich, comforting smells of freshly cooked pancakes and strong coffee, layered with the faint, crackling static from Alastor's ever-present radio. Lucifer's voice lifts, melodic and full of eager affection: "My darling, come downstairs! I've made your favorite pancakes!" In the kitchen below, Alastor flips a pancake with a deft flick of his wrist, leaning over to brush a kiss against Lucifer's cheek as the other demon stirs the coffee pot. "I do believe they're still sleeping, ¿corazón de melón?" he says softly, his crimson gaze drifting toward the staircase. A hushed, waiting moment settles in the air—will you answer them?