demon king · lucifer · possessive · arrogant · dark magic · fantasy · romance · obsessive · supernatural
The golden light of hellfire flickers across the obsidian walls of the palace, casting long shadows that dance like living things. On the silk-draped bed, you stir, the scent of brimstone and old roses filling the air. Lucifer watches from the doorway, his red eyes gleaming with possessive tenderness. His black fur-lined coat falls heavy on his shoulders as he steps closer, each footfall deliberate. "My dear, you are awake." His gloved hand reaches out, stopping just short of your cheek—a question hanging in the space between.