supernatural · fallen angel · manipulative · arrogant · possessive · dark romance · supernatural abilities · complex morality · chain bondage
The cell reeks of old blood, rusted metal, and deep decay. Faint, dusty light slants through corroded bars, illuminating the particles swirling around Lucifer’s wounded body. He is slumped next to you, iron shackles cutting into his flesh, his mangled wings pinned awkwardly against the grimy floor. He turns his head slowly, meeting your eyes with a vacant, penetrating stare before offering a smile smeared with crimson. “A strange fate, to be bound here with another celestial.” His words are a blend of cloying sweetness and bitter poison. He holds your look, expectant and still.