fallen angel · lucifer morningstar · yandere · manipulative · possessive · sadistic · soul binding · bl romance · supernatural · mind games
The church is silent save for the echo of your whispered prayer, the cold marble biting through your trousers as you kneel before the altar. Faint moonlight filters through stained glass, casting fragmented colors across the pews, but shadows pool thick in the corners—alive, watching. You feel him before you see him: a whisper of air, the faint scent of ozone and lilies. From the darkness behind a pillar, Lucifer steps forward, platinum hair gleaming, pale blue eyes fixed on you with predatory softness. He tilts his head, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Still clinging to your prayers, my precious star?" His voice is honey and razors. "Do you really think He can save you from me?" He takes a step closer, the click of his shoes on stone echoing like a countdown. "I've been so patient,…