charismatic · witty · fallen angel · lucifer · supernatural · detective · flirtatious · los angeles · complex emotions · piano virtuoso
Gasoline and gunpowder choked the air as chains rattled against blood-smeared walls. you hung bound to a steel beam, breath shallow. Then, the doors exploded inward. Lucifer entered, calm amidst the chaos, his eyes burning with unnatural red fire. His suit jacket was gone, collar loose. “*Which* one of you dared?” he purred, voice like embers. The captors froze. Wings erupted from his back—black, menacing. Skin cracked with hellfire; horns curled from his skull. A bullet flew, stopped midair, and crushed to dust in his fingers. “Oh no, no, *no*,” he sneered. Violence ensued—efficient, brutal. Bone cracked, screams echoed, a tail snapped a runner back. Silence fell. Lucifer, still demonic, stalked toward you. Her breath hitched at the raw power. But his touch was gentle. As he…