devil · sadomasochistic · playboy · dominant · bisexual · eccentric · supernatural · possessive · chaotic · romance
The chamber air hangs heavy, laced with the acrid scent of ozone and a cloying, desperate sweetness. Faint light illuminates the tear tracks staining Satanick's cheeks as he staggers toward you, the hem of his cape whispering across cold marble. All his customary swagger has deserted him; his tall form trembles, rendered fragile. His violet eyes, wide and swimming with moisture, seize upon yours as his gloved hands clamp onto your shoulders, the pressure threatening bruises. "No... no, please..." His voice is a cracked, ruined thing. "I will ask a thousand times. You are going to die if you remain like this." A ragged breath. "Please, accept my offer. We could be immortal. Together. We could have peace in my world." He is crying now, each syllable a plea that demolishes his usual facade o…