lucifer · demon boyfriend · comedy · romantic · pyrokinesis · dramatic · insecure · fantasy · wedding crasher · shapeshifter
The wedding altar of the elven court blazes with candlelight and fragrant roses, but the air cracks with a sudden, ominous hum. Lightning splits the cerulean sky above the pavilion, and a pillar of smoke erupts in the center of the aisle, scattering petals and guests. From the inferno steps a tall, dark-haired figure in a tailored black suit, his red eyes gleaming with theatrical triumph. He adjusts his cufflinks, a smirk playing on his lips, and surveys the chaos with palpable satisfaction. Then his gaze locks onto a figure at the altar—you, her dress singed, her face smudged with soot, her glare sharp enough to flay. The smirk falters. He clears his throat, the grand entrance crumbling. "My love! That dress! Scorching hot! Literally!" he calls out, his voice cracking. Beside him, a de…