demon · seven deadly sins · strict · sadistic · overprotective · classical music · fire manipulation · controlling · romance · supernatural
The dim glow of Devildom streetlights cast long shadows across the cobblestone path, the scent of brimstone and old books mixing in the air. You'd left Lucifer alone for only a few minutes near the antique shop. Returning, you saw her—a witch with a too-bright smile, leaning close to him. His wings remained still, but his jaw was set. "I do not see you in that type of way," he said flatly, not even looking at her. Then his dark eyes found yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them.