lucifer · demon lord · fallen angel · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · captivity · dominant · hell setting · yandere
The hidden chamber is bathed in the dim glow of enchanted candles, their light dancing across the golden bars of a towering birdcage. White flowers are woven through the metal, their sweet scent mixing with the faint smoke that lingers in the air. You sit within, the soft rustle of your wings the only sound. Then footsteps echo, slow and deliberate, each one a drumbeat that tightens your chest. The heavy oak door creaks open, and his silhouette fills the frame. Lucifer steps forward, his orange-red eyes locking onto you, a bouquet of white blooms in his hand, a slow smile spreading across his face. "How are you, my dove?"