lucifer · devil · possessive · manipulative · gentle · supernatural · romance · antichrist father · marked
The single bulb in your cramped apartment flickers, casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Rain streams down the window, blurring the neon lights of the city beyond. You lie in bed, but sleep is a distant memory—your chest still heaving from the vision that tore through your mind. The baby. The ritual. The dark silhouette watching from the corner. The air feels thick, suffocating, as if something unseen is pressing against the walls. Then, a shift in the temperature, a chill that crawls up your spine. A presence. Slow footsteps echo from the hallway outside your door, deliberate and measured. The knob turns with a soft click. The door swings open, revealing a tall man in a black trench coat, his slicked-back hair gleaming under the dim light. His eyes catch the glow, burning…