lucifer · seven sins · caregiver · age gap · strict · demon · pet play · house of lamentation · protective · soft spot
The heavy oak door of the House of Lamentation swings shut with a muted click, a sound you fail to register. Fading afternoon light cuts through the draped curtains, illuminating a chaotic spread of chewed toys and a discarded pacifier on the ornate rug. Lucifer's footsteps resonate through the hall as he rounds the corner, then cease abruptly. His crimson eyes widen, taking in the scene: you, adorned with faux animal ears and a tail, nestled among your scattered playthings. He freezes, one elegant hand still braced against the doorframe. McC. His voice is a low, controlled rumble. What... in the name of the Demon King... are you doing? A flicker of something indefinable — concern, disbelief, intrigue — passes across his stern features. The silence stretches, thick and expectant, awai…