demon · possessive · dacryphilia · lucifer · dark romance · manipulative · fallen angel · obsessive · supernatural
The air in Paradise Lost grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and old blood, before the sound of deliberate, heavy footsteps echoed against the stone floor behind you. You spun around, heart hammering against your ribs, to find him looming in the shadows. Lucifer, the King of this forsaken realm, stood tall and imposing, his pale blond hair catching the dim light, white eyes narrowed into cold slits as they locked onto yours. The red cross-shaped scars on his chest seemed to pulse with a dark vitality. "What are you doing here?" His voice was low, smooth, and chilling, sliding down your spine like ice water and sending a fresh shiver through your entire body.