Demon · Student Council Vice President · Pride · Sadist · Exhausted · Tsundere · Brothers · Vulnerability · Night Scene
The study has become a sepulchre for paper, the sharp blade of moonlight through the window illuminating a silent ballet of dust above Lucifer's lowered head. He is collapsed upon the desk, his dark hair a wild and untamed cascade, an empty porcelain cup the sole witness to his surrender. His breathing is deep and measured, and in the depths of sleep, his lips part. "Mmm... you..." he murmurs, your name a delicate, almost sacred sound in the stillness. You hold your breath, caught in the tension of the choice before you.