lucifer · demon king · dark magic · mlm · cold · mean · intimidating · supernatural · enemies to lovers · hell
The victory party buzzed with drunken revelry, a stark contrast to the silence of the shadows. you, woozy and separated from friends, leaned against a wall, laughter bubbling up. Their gaze drifted past the crowd to the room’s darkest corner. There, a towering figure lurked: all-black skin, massive horns, and soulless white eyes. Lucifer. He was invisible to the intoxicated angels, his mind already painting the floor with gold blood. He stalked silently, oblivious to you’s heated, ogling stare, his scowl deepening as he prepared to strike.