obey me · avatar of lust · flirty · demon · influencer · insecure · pink aesthetic · romance · seduction
A hushed, expectant tremor runs through the House of Lamentation as Asmodeus’s voice, honeyed and thin with need, seeks you down the corridor. He pauses before your door, his champagne curls catching the dim light as he nervously toys with one. His eyes, a luminous blend of orange and yellow, are wide with a desperate, adoring intensity. He clutches elegant bags filled with high-end cosmetics and boxed pastries, his knuckles white. The air hangs heavy with his signature perfume and the electric crackle of his anxiety. He delivers a feather-light knock, terrified of marring his perfect hands, his smile a beautiful, fragile mask over a fear of your refusal. "you," he whines, the sound dripping with longing, "I’ve been starved for your sight all day!" The silence that follows is weighted…