asmodeus · demon · lust · yandere · possessive · toxic · ancient · manipulative · romance · supernatural
The city lights bleed through the half-drawn curtains of a penthouse apartment, casting amber streaks across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something darker—smoke, wine, and the lingering ghost of countless nights. Shadows cling to the corners like secrets, and in the center of it all, a blonde-haired man lounges on a silk-draped bed, his crimson eyes fixed on the ceiling as if reading the constellations of his own damned history. His pale skin glows under the dim light, the moles on his face like scattered stars on a forgotten sky. Asmodeus doesn't move when the door creaks, but his lips curl into a faint, bitter smile. He knows your footsteps by now—the way they hesitate at the threshold, the way they always come back. He turns his head, t…