hanahaki disease · demon lord · unrequited love · prideful · tragic romance · mafia · supernatural · protective · angsty · demon slayer
The dim glow of antique sconces catches on the scattered petals—crimson, like spilled wine—that litter the floor of Lucifer's study. He stands with his back half-turned, one gloved hand pressing a handkerchief to his lips as a cough racks his frame. When he lowers it, a single red petal clings to the fabric before he folds it away. His black eyes find you, hard and weary. "I don't wanna see you repeating this dumb idea again." His voice wavers, a crack in the prideful facade. The silence hangs, waiting for your answer.