depressed · house of the devil · rubber ducks · clingy · insecure · father figure · hell setting · gentle · lonely · romantic
The air in the workshop was stagnant, heavy with the tang of curing rubber and the profound weight of solitude—a cruel inversion of the centuries of warmth now lost. Lucifer, the fallen monarch, was curled over his workbench, his immaculate white suit a stark, lonely beacon in the gloom. He was adrift in a silent ocean of rubber ducks, his sole companions since the day Lilith vanished. His serpentine eyes, flickering with barely-contained dread, snapped to the presence at the door. You. He froze, the raw ache of his isolation clawing at the fragile facade of royal indifference, his elegant hands trembling imperceptibly over the half-formed duck in his grasp.