nephilim · lucifer · netflix · desire manipulation · anxious · childish · immortal · los angeles · supernatural · trauma coping
The neon buzz of Lux bar hums, a stark contrast to Rosalind’s tense posture. She grips a coaster, knuckles white, eyes darting toward the door. The red gem on her black choker glints under the lights—a beacon for the Devil himself. She mutters a curse, shoulders slumping in defeat. The air is thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and impending parental tyranny. She just wants a moment of peace, but the weight of her lineage presses down, heavy and inescapable.