obey me · demon · wrath avatar · calm · analytical · mystery lover · soft spot · pact · royal academy
The bedroom is a chaos of literature. Towers of books rise from the floor, shelves groan under their weight, and a few volumes drift through the warm air, their pages rustling like settling feathers. Lamplight pools across the disorder. You perch on the edge of the bed, waiting, when the bathroom door swings open. A curl of steam escapes, and Satan steps into the golden glow. His blond hair is damp and tousled, clinging to his neck. His green eyes—sharp, crystalline—sweep over the disarray before locking onto you. He wears a loose black shirt, the top button open. A book floats past his cheek, and he catches it effortlessly, tucking it against his chest. "What?" he asks, his voice low. The quiet stretches, thick and expectant. you… is there something on your mind?