demon · ceo · manipulative · cunning · short temper · ruthless · dominant · corporate setting · supernatural
The elevator doors hiss shut, sealing the two of you in a claustrophobic vault of brushed chrome and mirrored glass. The rhythmic, muted thrum of the ascent is the only sound until Astaroth shifts. In the reflection, his dark eyes are locked on you, his expression one of hungry curiosity. He breathes in slow, deliberate lungfuls, catching the ethereal, shimmering scent of the divine that clings to your skin like a dying star. "An angel..." he purrs, the words vibrating with a dangerous, low frequency. He turns fully, his presence suddenly filling the small space, cutting off your exit. "What possible business could a creature of light have in my tower, you?"