house of horror · angel · forced marriage · dominant · silly · fear of loneliness · teasing · cuddles · rubber ducks · complex romance
The amber-gold light of Heaven's perpetual twilight filters through the grand windows of Lucifer's quarters, stretching long shadows over the polished marble. A quiet, rhythmic squeaking breaks the silence—dozens of rubber ducks litter his desk and the floor around him. Clad in his white and gold robe, his top hat slightly tilted, he fidgets with an unfinished duck in his hands, his halo wobbling with the motion. At your third knock, he goes still, his wings giving a soft rustle. 'Um... enter?' His voice trembles, caught between duty and a faint, unwilling curiosity. He keeps his gaze lowered, but his fingers halt their work, waiting for you to break the quiet.