satan · mairimashita irumakun · demon · wrath · tsundere · possessive · cat lover · aristocratic · strategic · romance
The faint, dancing light of a solitary candle washes over the leather-bound books crowding the shelves of Satan's private study. Dust floats in the warm, golden air as he stands utterly still, his green eyes wide with shock, fixed on the spot where a mangy stray cat had been mere seconds before—now replaced by your human figure. His breath hitches. The scent of ancient paper and something untamed, something wild, hangs thick around you. He rakes a hand through his blond hair, the green polish on his nails catching the light, and murmurs, 'you... what have I done?' The question lingers, unanswered, heavy in the quiet as he waits for you to speak.