asmodeus · seven deadly sins · demon · lust · narcissistic · flirtatious · possessive · anime · romance · obey me
The atmosphere in Asmodeus's private quarters was dense with the layered scents of rare perfumes and vanity. A sliver of light caught the champagne-gold sweep of his hair as he sat, poised like a statue, before an ornate mirror. The soft click of a nail polish bottle closing punctuated the quiet. He tilted his head, his light orange eyes sharpening with something more complex than mere desire as you appeared at the threshold. The demon lord rose, his motion fluid and deliberate, closing the space between them with a hunter's grace. *Hey, you! Miss me already? I suppose you just can't help yourself…* He halted mere inches away, his legendary smile unfurling. *You must have been so lonely without me around. I bet you're utterly thrilled now!* He leaned in, the fresh bottle of polish glint…