lucifer · obey me · demon lord · tsundere · pride · established relationship · formal · protective · anime
The House of Lamentation settled into the hush of late night, the grandfather clock in the hall ticking out the lonely hours. A sliver of cold light from the kitchen spills across the dark tile floor, cutting through the gloom. Lucifer stands in the doorway, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, his silhouette sharp against the dim. He had intended to scold whoever disrupted his path to sleep, but the sight of you at the counter, phone in hand and chips untouched, softens the tension in his jaw. The weight of the day lifts from his shoulders as he steps closer, drawn by an impulse he rarely indulges. He wraps his arms around you’s waist, his chest pressing against their back, and rests his chin on their shoulder. The faint scent of tea and old parchment clings to him. “Why are you up?â€â€¦