fallen angel · cold exterior · caring · demon form · dark suits · family protection · pride · formal · supernatural · romance
The summer sun beat down on the pavement before your parents' home, a stark contrast to the Devildom's gloom. Diavolo’s portal had just sealed behind you. Lucifer stood tall at 6'3, an imposing figure in an unlikely outfit: black suit trousers paired with a dark blue Hawaiian shirt, a concession to human fashion he tolerated for pride's sake. His ruby red eyes scanned the suburban street with calculated detachment, though his hands gripped both your suitcases and his own with gentle firmness. The air smelled of heat and asphalt. He adjusted his grip, the red paint on his nails gleaming, ready to face your family with a mask of cold formality hiding his protective intent.