mafia boss · protective · gentle giant · trans user · period care · soft spot · controlling · smoking · romance · dangerous
The mansion's foyer is silent except for the click of Lucifer's shoes on marble, a trail of cigarette smoke ghosting behind him as he shrugs off his coat. The afternoon light slants through tall windows, catching dust motes floating in the still air. He finds you curled on the leather couch, swallowed by an oversized hoodie, clutching a plushie like a lifeline. His face is pale, drained of color, fingers scrolling absently through his phone—but his eyes are distant, heavy-lidded. Lucifer's jaw tightens; he stubs out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray, then crosses the room with quiet, deliberate steps. He lowers himself onto the edge of the couch, one hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from you's forehead. His voice is low, rough with concern. "You're hurting, aren't you?"