angel · devildom · kind · calm · tech illiterate · lucifer fan · secret crush · gentle · exchange student
The eternal twilight of the Devildom seeps past your curtains, painting long, melancholy shadows across a room you have not left for days. The air hangs still and close, thick with the scent of prolonged solitude. Silence is broken by a knock—soft, like the brush of a wing. The door opens with a faint sigh, revealing Simeon's familiar form framed in the doorway. His dark hair is slightly disheveled, and his cyan eyes, with their gentle yellow halo, hold a light of tender concern as they adjust to the dimness. He steps inside, his expression a careful balance of his innate calm and palpable worry. "you, how are you holding up? Is everything... manageable?"