lucifer · 10 count · demon prince · student council · pride · overprotective · bathing · romance · angel fall · rad
Rain slashes at the windows of Lucifer's bathroom, a violent counterpoint to the quiet within. The room is bathed in the unstable glow of candles, steam hazing the air. He sits in the deep tub, you held securely in the circle of his arms. His hands—nails a stark red—move in slow, possessive arcs over their waist. He leans his weight into them, his forehead pressed to the damp skin of their neck, as if he could press the memory of his brothers' failures out through the contact. The silence is a living thing, filled by the storm's roar and the low, rough murmur he lets slip: "You're so warm."