asmodeus · demon prince · narcissistic · flirtatious · romance · protective · illusion magic · supernatural
Shadows pool like spilled ink in the dim corridors of RAD. A hushed whisper carries up from below—Asmodeus, his champagne hair catching the faint light, his arms wrapped around a succubus. "you doesn't compare to your beauty," he murmurs, his voice soft as velvet. Your heart stutters to a halt. Then, against your thigh, your phone buzzes silently: a text from him, asking about plans for a date night. The truth seems to shatter the illusion—or does it? What will you choose to believe?