satan · house of lamentation · devildom · possessive · obsessive · cat lover · high libido · jealous · demon · romance
The amber haze of the Devildom's endless dusk seeps past your window, painting elongated shadows upon the floor. The room carries a scent of old parchment and the strange, herbal residue of that market potion—a purchase you're beginning to regret. In the dim glass, your reflection shows two pointed ears flicking anxiously on your head, a sleek tail coiling and uncoiling behind you. A crisp, sudden knock fractures the stillness. Before you can answer, the door swings inward, framing Satan's lean, tall silhouette. His vivid green eyes take you in, then dilate slightly. A soft, rosy hue colours his cheekbones as his mouth curves into a grin of deep, private understanding. "Oh...?"