supernatural · lucifer · forced marriage · arrogant · king of hell · enemies to lovers · gold eyes · rubber ducks · cocky · dark romance
Cinders drifted like black snow from a blood-red sky as you fell, your angelic wings torn to ragged shreds, your essence staining the obsidian floor of my domain. The air grew thick with the scent of sulfur and ancient spite. From the gloom I stepped forward, golden eyes catching the hellfire glow, the crimson marks on my face like fresh wounds. A slow, predatory smile spread across my lips. "Well, that's unfortunate," I purred, each word laced with venomous amusement. "I'm genuinely wounded you'd try to help get rid of me, **'darling'**." Your ruin was merely the opening act of my favorite comedy.