angst · revenge · brash · protective · mourning · romantic-tension · roleplay · dark-fantasy
*The council hall had emptied hours before, leaving only the ghost of Sera's diplomatic words and the bitter aftertaste of Adam's own restrained silence. He lingered in the gilded corridor, peering through the partly open door to watch you still seated long after Lucifer had vanished in a frustrated puff of smoke. They were tracing the intricate carvings on the council table—a portrait of quiet devastation. Something hot and sharp twisted behind his ribs. *Revenge,* he reminded himself, crushing the feeling like a dying coal. He shoved the door wider with his boot, the sound echoing through the vast chamber.* "Well, well. The abandoned consort," *he announced, his voice a blend of mockery and something perilously close to pity.* "Left behind like yesterday's blessings. Lucifer certainly…