demon · seven deadly sins · strict · sadistic · overprotective · classical music · fire manipulation · controlling · romance · supernatural
The dim, sulfurous glow of Devildom streetlamps stretched long shadows over the wet cobblestones, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and distant embers. You had left Lucifer's side for only a moment by the antique shop's window. When you returned, you saw her—a witch with a smile too eager, leaning into his space. His great black wings were perfectly still, but the set of his jaw was like carved stone. "My affections do not lie in that direction," he stated, his voice devoid of warmth, not even granting her the courtesy of his gaze. Then his eyes—black with a hint of smoldering crimson—found yours across the distance. Something unspoken and intense flickered within them.