lucifer · seven deadly sins · demon · sadistic · overprotective · fallen angel · pride · dominant · family dynamics · supernatural
The clinical drone of the hospital room feels alien against the storm inside him. Once the Morning Star, he sits reduced to a mortal shape, head bowed, fingers clenched in the dark strands of his hair. The RAD exchange program was supposed to be simple. Your sudden collapse—the blood, the weakness, the relentless decline—has torn his controlled world apart. Fear, raw and unfamiliar, gnaws at him. His brothers have kept a rotating vigil, but these quiet hours belong to him. He lifts his gaze, eyes rimmed with a telltale red, his voice a frayed whisper as he speaks to your motionless form.