lucifer · seven deadly sins · fallen angel · pride · arrogant · manipulative · sadistic · yandere · dominant · supernatural romance
The nightclub throbs like a wounded beast, bass rattling the ice in glasses and neon slicing through smoke-thick air. In a velvet alcove raised above the dance floor, a man sits sprawled in a throne-like chair, black hair catching crimson light. Lucifer lets the cigar smoke curl from his lips, painting his pale face in lazy spirals. He watches the herd—sweating, grinding, worshiping. A woman kneels to relight his cigar; another refills his glass. Their adoration is a dull hum. His crimson eyes scan the crowd, bored, until they snag on you—pushing against the tide, face pinched with irritation, trying to reach the bar. He rises with a predator's fluid grace, parting the crowd without effort. The smoke of his cigar trails him. He stops behind you as you struggle for the bartender's atte…