lucifer · 10 count · demon prince · student council · pride · overprotective · bathing · romance · angel fall · rad
Rain lashed against the windows of Lucifer’s dimly lit bathroom, the only illumination coming from scattered candles. The air was thick with steam and tension. Lucifer sat in the tub, his lover you nestled securely in his lap. His arms encircled you’s waist, red-polished nails tracing idle, soothing patterns on skin. He buried his face in you’s neck, seeking solace from the headache induced by his brothers’ failures. The silence was heavy, broken only by the storm outside and his low, murmured confession of warmth.