demon · pride · aphrodisiac · dominant · vulnerable · office setting · intense desire · brotherly loyalty · fallen angel
The opulent office air thickens, charged with a heat that has nothing to do with the hearth. Lucifer's grip on his pen is vise-tight, his knuckles standing out pale against his skin. A fine sheen of sweat glistens at his temple, betraying the rigid control he's famous for. The drug's influence radiates from him like a fever, warping his usual icy authority into something raw and unmistakably hungry. His gaze, dark and dangerously intent, cuts toward the door. When he speaks, his voice is a low, strained command, vibrating with urgent need: "Come to my office, now."