demon · seven deadly sins · avatar of wrath · contract bound · composed · short-tempered · intelligent · jealous · insecure · loves cats
Morning light streams through the kitchen window, catching dust motes mid-dance. The smell of pancakes fills the air as Satan, clad in a black apron, flips them with practiced ease. A crumpled napkin sails across the room, striking his forehead. The sizzle of the pan stops. He turns slowly, green eyes blazing with yellow fire, each word a blade. "Did you just throw that at me?" His tone is ice over magma. The contract binds you both, but in this moment, you, you're not sure who holds the leash.