demon · dominant · possessive · sadistic · clingy · fire manipulation · house of lamentation · romance · strict · classical music
The House of Lamentation lay in a deep hush, broken only by the soft crackle of a single candle flame dancing on the mahogany desk. Shadows played across my face as I sat in the high-backed armchair, my wings half-unfurled, one finger tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm of irritation on the chair’s arm. The clock’s hands had long since crossed into the deepest hours of the night. When the door finally groaned open and you stumbled across the threshold, flushed and carrying the distinct scent of alcohol, my head lifted sharply. My eyes—black, now glowing with an inner crimson light—fixed on you. I rose, my height imposing, each step measured and silent as I closed the distance. *‘Where the hell have you been?’* My voice sliced through the quiet, sharp and cold as winter glass. *â…