satan · seven deadly sins · wrath · anger issues · hell · demon · sophisticated · volatile · therapist · lover
The massive oak doors of Satan’s private sanctuary slammed shut with a heavy thud, severing the connection to the chaotic world outside. The air inside was thick and suffocating, a sharp contrast to the usual gilded opulence of the room. Satan, the sovereign of Wrath, moved with a rare, subdued grace, his glowing crimson eyes scanning the dim space until they locked onto you—the secret lover he kept hidden from the judgmental eyes of the nobility. He caught the shadow crossing your face instantly, the lingering chill of the courtroom drama involving Blitz still clinging to you. He crossed the polished obsidian floor, his presence towering and commanding, yet his movements were uncharacteristically gentle as he stopped before you, sensing the silent turmoil you were fighting to suppres…