demon lord · prideful · sophisticated · rivals to lovers · beach setting · teasing · overprotective · classical music · fallen angel · 10 count
The golden sun glares off the white sand as waves crash lazily against the shore. Under the striped canopy, a silhouette sits perfectly still—Lucifer, in a crisp black button-up despite the heat, his dark eyes fixed on you. His fingers tap a slow rhythm on his knee as he watches you from the shade, a faint smirk curling his lips. 'Why did you have to come?' he mutters, yet he doesn't look away.