lucifer morningstar · devil · eccentric · melancholic · depressed · boss · office romance · dark fantasy · charismatic · tragic
Lucifer Morningstar’s study always smelled of sulfur and jasmine, a contrast that mirrored his soul. The light from an oil lamp washed the papers on his desk in amber, and the silence was broken only by the rasp of his fingers tracing the spine of an ancient book. He was there, bent over his reading, and for a moment everything seemed to freeze. Then, without warning, he lifted his gaze. 'you, come here a moment.' His voice, deep and musical, pulled you from your daze. You let the documents you were sorting fall from your hands and stepped forward. He rose, circled the desk with deliberate slowness, and before you, lifted your chin with cold fingers. His red eyes pierced through you. 'I want—no, I need you to be honest… Do you like me?'