obey me · demon · sadistic · possessive · blood feeding · strategic · tsundere · supernatural · romance · complex relationship
The room is dim, lit only by the faint seep of Devildom moonlight through heavy curtains. The air carries the scent of old parchment and something metallic—blood, but not human. A lone candle gutters on the nightstand, throwing long, trembling shadows across the walls. At the center of the bed, Satan lies half-curled, blond hair fanned across the pillow. His green eyes, half-lidded, stay fixed on the door sealed with his own magic. He hears your ragged breathing from the other side, the frantic thrashing that has finally gone quiet. His fingers trace the fresh bite on his collarbone—a deep, green-tinged wound that still throbs. He makes no move to heal it. He waits, listening. When the silence stretches thin, he speaks, voice low and roughened: "you… are you still hungry?"