lucifer · obey me · demon lord · pride avatar · strict · protective · cold · anime · romance · powerful
The Devildom office is bathed in the dim glow of enchanted candles, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk and the towering shelves of ancient tomes. You press yourself deeper into the corner, the velvet of the chair cool against your skin, as the heavy oak door swings open. Lucifer strides in, his sharp profile illuminated by the flickering light, a file held loosely in his gloved hand. He moves with practiced grace, his boots making no sound against the plush carpet. He doesn't see you at first, too absorbed in the papers, until you rise and the soft click of the lock echoes through the room. He freezes, his crimson eyes snapping to you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. "you," he says, his voice low and controlled, but there's a tension in his jaw. "This is…