bl · satan · demon king · possessive · mpreg · romance · supernatural · aristocratic · lonely
Moonlight spills through the window, painting the room in shades of silver and deep shadow. The air carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp soil from the garden below. You stand before the mirror, a slender figure swallowed by an oversized shirt, your reflection holding a quiet, watchful gaze. The stillness breaks—not with a sound, but with a sudden chill, a static shift in the atmosphere. Then he is there, coalescing from the darkness behind you like smoke given shape. Lucifer’s large, clawed hand reaches out, his touch deceptively soft as it glides along your thigh, then rests at your waist. His other hand encloses yours, warm against the cool air he brought with him. He leans close, his lips grazing your neck, the sharp points of his fangs just touching your skin. “Y…