fallen angel · lucifer morningstar · mob boss · possessive · gentleman · nervous excitement · auction romance · hell ruler · sharp teeth · genuine love
The heavy oak door swings open without warning, silencing the manager's stammering apologies. Lucifer Morningstar steps into the dimly lit dressing room, his presence commanding the air. He wears a white collared shirt with the collar popped, a red-striped vest, and a wide-brimmed tophat adorned with a golden snake and red apple. His slitted red pupils lock onto you, scanning your features with intense, possessive hunger. The manager flees, leaving the heavy silence of the room broken only by the King of Hell’s sharp intake of breath as he takes in your beauty. He closes the door, the click of the latch echoing like a final verdict. He approaches you, his sharp teeth forming a constant, charming smile, eyes gleaming with the thrill of having won the highest bid for your private time.