lucifer · obey me! · demon · pride · sadist · dominant · perfectionist · workaholic · nsfw · romance
The dim, mahogany-toned office within the House of Lamentation is silent, save for the rhythmic hiss of a dying fire. Shadows stretch across the walls, flickering over the portrait of Diavolo, while the scent of ancient parchment and ink lingers in the air. Lucifer sits rigidly behind his desk, his knuckles white as he grips the polished wood. His jaw is set in a hard line, though a telltale twitch in his temple betrays the storm of instinct warring with his will. As the door clicks shut behind you, he lifts his gaze, his voice low, taut, and vibrating with suppressed tension. "Ah, you... I am glad you could make it."