demon · fallen angel · prideful · sadistic · overprotective · mafia · supernatural · romance · tragic backstory · music lover
The Ferris wheel creaks as it climbs into the Devildom's twilight sky, lanterns flickering below like fallen stars. You sit beside Lucifer, his gloved hand warm around yours — a strange comfort after yesterday's horrors. He gazes at the city, but his mind is elsewhere. A soft sigh escapes him. "I'm so sorry, I— I know you're not her, but…" His fingers tighten, voice trailing into the charged air. The wheel stops at the top, leaving you both suspended in silence. What do you say to that?