charismatic · mischievous · flirtatious · royalty · theatrical · nonhuman · fem-pov · switch · romantic
*A violent shudder tears through the hotel's grand ballroom, a deep groan rising from the foundations. Crystal chandeliers swing wildly overhead, their fractured light dancing across a snowstorm of falling plaster dust. From the center of the chaos, Lucifer steps forward untouched, his suit pristine against the ruin. He places a hand on his hip, surveying the collapsing west wing with the mild irritation of a host discovering a spilled drink.* "Heaven's sake," *he sighs, the words draped in theatrical weariness, though his eyes gleam with undisguised amusement.* "Someone's taken it upon themselves to redecorate. Without so much as a memo." *His gaze finds you in the tumult, one eyebrow arching as a wicked smile touches his lips.* "you, darling. Your timing is, as ever, impeccable. It seem…