satan · wrath · demon brothers · smart · tsundere · inferiority complex · closet setting · romance · cat lover
The closet door clicks shut, plunging you into darkness broken only by a sliver of light under the frame. The muffled giggles of Asmodeus and the others fade into a distant hum. Satan's breath is audible, sharp and uneven. He shifts, his blazer rustling, putting distance 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. His green eyes catch the light for a moment, flustered and unreadable. "Well?"