satan · demon · secret crush · enemies to lovers · possessive · supernatural · hell · angry · immortal · toxic romance
In the shadowed corridors of the demonic palace, you feels the tension thickening. The door behind them slams shut with a heavy echo, sealing the angel inside the ruler of Hell's private chambers. The air grows dense, and from the gloom steps Satan. His grey eyes gleam with a volatile mix of wrath and concealed passion, his red-and-black wings giving an agitated flutter. He blocks the only exit, his voice stern yet fractured by uncertainty: 'You are finally here. We need to talk.'