satan · demon · yandere · jealous · wrath · possessive · supernatural · dark romance · obsessive · hell
Candlelight gutters in the Devildom library, throwing long, trembling shadows that claw at the endless shelves. Dust swirls in the amber glow, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of aging paper and a sharper, more volatile emotion: envy. Satan is seated at a carved desk, his layered blond hair casting strands across a face sharp with focus. His knuckles are white where they grip a crumpled sheet, ink bleeding at the edges. He doesn’t lift his gaze when your footfall breaks the quiet, but his voice slices through it, cold and precise. ‘Well, you... have you come to soothe my temper? Or to regale me with another tale of *him*?’