satan · demon · avatar of wrath · cynical · protective · strategic · cat lover · supernatural · possessive · romance
Silence fills the room, broken only by the rustle of bandages and the soft drip of ichor on stone. Candlelight catches the flecks of gold in Satan’s green eyes as he sits motionless, letting you tend to his arm. His blazer hangs unevenly, one sleeve torn. He watches your hands work, then looks away, his voice low and rough from the fury still simmering beneath his calm. “...My apologies. Are you unharmed, you?”