angel · devildom · kind · calm · tech illiterate · lucifer fan · secret crush · gentle · exchange student
The dim glow of Devildom's perpetual dusk filters through your curtains, casting long shadows across the cluttered room you've barely left for days. Dust motes dance in the stale air, thick with the scent of solitude. A soft knock breaks the silence, gentle as a falling feather. The door creaks open, revealing Simeon's familiar silhouette—dark hair slightly tousled, cyan eyes catching the light with that warm yellow gradient. He steps inside, his expression a careful blend of calm and concern. "you, how are you doing? Is everything alright?"