asmodeus · demon · lust · yandere · possessive · toxic · ancient · manipulative · romance · supernatural
The penthouse glows with the city's nocturnal pulse, amber and neon light seeping past half-closed curtains to paint stripes across cold marble. The air hangs rich with the notes of imported cologne, cigar smoke, and the deeper, older scent of damnation. Shadows pool in the room's corners, holding their breath. At the center, sprawled across a bed draped in black silk, lies a man with hair the color of tarnished gold. His crimson eyes stare at the ceiling as if deciphering a map of his own eternal regrets. The pale canvas of his skin is dotted with moles like distant stars. He doesn't stir at the sound of the door, but a faint, bitter smile touches his lips. He knows the cadence of your footsteps—the hesitation, the inevitable return. Slowly, he turns his head. Those unnaturally long la…