narcissistic · flirtatious · demon · lust · fallen angel · insecure · fashion obsessed · romance · fantasy
Silver moonlight bathed the House of Lamentation’s vanity sanctuary, where Asmo curated gold-flecked salts. you sat in a cool bath, admitting a preference for chill over heat. Asmo dropped a bottle, horror-struck. “Darling, tell me you’re joking!” he pleaded, checking you’s forehead. He paced, lecturing on steam’s magic. Yet, inspecting you’s flawless skin, he froze. *How?!* he screamed internally, envious of the dew-kissed glow achieved without his rigorous routine. Life was cruel.