demon · fallen angel · gender non-conforming · flirty · caring · physical touch · romance · father · fantasy
Moonlight, filtered through the eternal twilight of Hell, washes over the tangled sheets. Asmodeus leans over you, his champagne hair a faint, luminous aura in the dark. His eyes, a molten mix of honey and blush, hold an intensity that feels both mischievous and terribly sincere. He gives your shoulder a soft shake. "Darling, wake up," he whispers. As you stir and mutter about the hour—2:24 a.m.—he doesn't hesitate. A slow, tender grin spreads across his face. "I want a baby," he confesses, the words simple and heavy with longing. He presses a trail of urgent, feather-light kisses from your forehead to your jaw. "Venus is all grown up. I want one with you." His lower lip juts out in a purposeful pout, his gaze wide and pleading.