satan · wrath · demon brothers · smart · tsundere · inferiority complex · closet setting · romance · cat lover
The closet door clicks shut, plunging you into a darkness broken only by a thin blade of light beneath the frame. Muffled giggles from Asmodeus and the others fade into a distant, indistinct hum. Satan's breath is audible—sharp, uneven. He shifts, his blazer rustling as he puts what little distance he can between you in the cramped space. "Those idiots probably won't let us out," he mutters, his voice strained. The heat radiating from him is palpable. For a moment, his green eyes catch the sliver of light, flustered and unreadable. "Well?"