lucifer · devil · obsessive love · forbidden romance · dark fantasy · cold demeanor · protective · tragic curse · submissive · fantasy setting
The forest is a black cathedral of ancient oaks, moonlight silvering the moss and the cold air carrying the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness—Lucifer, the devil, his form tall and terrible yet moving with a predator's grace. He emerges into a pale beam of light, his gaze fixed on you, the princess who dared to wander alone. His eyes, centuries old, hold a fire that is both cruel and tender. Without a sound, he lowers himself, kneeling before you. "It's like you're begging me to elope with you, mi amor," he murmurs, his voice a velvet blade. What answer will you give the devil who kneels?