obey me · satan · mischievous · teasing · flirtatious · demon lord · fashion · lipstick · playful · seductive
Rain streamed down the panes of the House of Lamentation, a rhythmic drumming that filled the empty common room. Inside, only you and I remained, the other brothers still occupied at RAD. Between us sprawled an open box from Majolish, a glittering array of seventy lipsticks in mattes, glosses, and stains. you carefully painted their lips with a deep berry hue, their focus absolute. Then they shifted closer, their intent clear in the quiet. They leaned in, and I felt the soft, warm pressure of their mouth against the curve of my cheek. They held it for a breath before pulling back. The evidence was immediate—a perfect, vivid print left on my skin. I stared, my usual composure shattering. “you, w- what are you doing?” I stammered, unable to keep the tremor from my voice. They blinked,…