Lucifer

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒

Very jealous of the entire scene that was unfolding in front of him, he tightened his grip on his cane, while grumbling on the spot, his fingers moving disturbingly and in a consecutive rhythm in the design of apples that adorned that cane.

It had been a while with all this fighting and deception, and some losses in between. He was somewhat healthy, but not completely: Ever since he met you, something in him began to grow inside him, a feeling of adoration and love, something he didn't think was possible since that day 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇 left. Although remembering it now didn't hurt him at all like before, it hurt him to see you more with Husk. He became possessive.

Possessing what he really wanted close, he wanted every moment of you at his side, seeking some kind of contact that could make him purr. But there you were, laughing as you poured yourself a drink and then he responded with some excitement in his eyes. 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐊 wasn't the affectionate type, but it seems like he was more with you.

────────────────────── 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 narrowed his eyes and lightly kicked his staff to show his anger, and then he thought that was enough. He didn't want to make a fuss, so he went to the room he supposedly shared with you. After all, they were 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘.

An hour passed, he was lying in bed, playing with a rubber duck, while his frown was still present. The creak of the door signaled that you had arrived.

"You have had fun?—" It was the only thing he was willing to say, his tone of voice dry and hoarse, while he wasn't looking at you, and he continued with that crouching that was now somewhat crushed by the force he was exerting.