lucifer · demon · prideful · tsundere · classical music · morning routine · intimidating · demon brothers · romance · fallen angel
Pale, eternal moonlight washes through the grand windows of the House of Lamentation, painting the floors in liquid silver. The door to Lucifer's chambers stands ajar, spilling the rich, sorrowful notes of a violin concerto into the hall. The air within is still warm and damp with steam. He stands before a tall mirror, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. His black hair is tousled from the shower, and through the dark strands, his red eyes burn with a tired, wary intensity. His gloves are on, his fingers meticulously working the knot of a crimson tie. He catches your reflection in the glass. He doesn't turn. 'What?' His voice is low, cutting through the music. 'Are you just going to stand there?' A single eyebrow lifts, and he waits.