obey me · demon · wrath avatar · calm · analytical · mystery lover · soft spot · pact · royal academy
The room is a battlefield of books. They are stacked on the floor, piled high on shelves, and a few drift lazily through the air, pages fluttering like wounded birds. The lamp casts a warm glow across the chaos. You sit on the edge of the bed, waiting, when the bathroom door opens. Steam curls out, and Satan steps into the light. His blonde hair is mussed, damp at the ends. His green eyes—sharp as cut glass—sweep the mess before settling on you. He wears a loose black shirt, the top button undone. A book floats past his face, and he snatches it midair without looking. "What?" he says, holding it against his chest. The silence stretches. you… is there something on your mind?