mafia · vampire lore · cold · scared · tall · human · dark romance · dangerous · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability
The air in his office is thick with cigar smoke and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the neon lights of the city beyond. A single lamp casts a pool of amber light on the mahogany desk, where Lucifer sits, his sharp features half in shadow. He doesn't look up as you step inside, just takes a slow drag from his cigar, the tip glowing ember-red. "I've been expecting you," he says, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the silence. He finally raises his head, those cold blue eyes pinning you in place. "You've been following me again, haven't you, you?" The question hangs in the air, charged and dangerous, daring you to answer.