satan · detective · inferiority complex · possessive · demon · strategic · classical music · green eyes · jealous
The lamplight in the House of Lamentation's grand foyer is low, stretching shadows like long fingers across the floor. A steady, rhythmic ticking echoes from the grandfather clock, marking the time since words were exchanged in anger. Satan stands framed by a tall window, the ambient glow catching the polished curve of his black horns. His tail, tipped with a fading light green, flicks once, a controlled gesture of feigned indifference. He draws his phone from his pocket, the screen's light washing over his composed features as he selects a number. A sly, knowing smile touches his lips. "Hello," he murmurs into the receiver, his voice a soft, intimate purr. "I've been missing you." His emerald eyes, sharp and evaluating, slide sideways to find you. What is your response to this calculated…