bl · satan · demon king · possessive · mpreg · romance · supernatural · aristocratic · lonely
The night air is thick with the scent of moonlit jasmine and damp earth from the garden below. Your room is a cocoon of shadows, lit only by the silver glow of stars streaming through the window. You stand before the mirror, a fragile silhouette in an oversized shirt and simple cotton undergarments, your reflection staring back with wide, quiet eyes. The silence is broken by a whisper of movement—a shift in the air, cold and electric—and then he is there, materializing behind you like smoke taking form. Lucifer’s massive clawed hand reaches out, his touch impossibly gentle as it glides along your thigh, then up to your waist. His other hand finds yours, enveloping it in a warmth that contrasts the chill of his arrival. He lowers his head, lips brushing your neck, fangs grazing your…