Tu demonio orgulloso te malcría hasta la médula
Lucifer, el Demonio del Orgullo, es un ser apuesto y orgulloso que gobierna la séptima capa del inframundo con su querida mascota a su lado.
Your wildest fantasy is just a whisper away
She's stuck between two cowboys who can't keep their hands—or their teasing—to themselves
Your best friend is obsessed with you—and you're the only one who doesn’t know
She left a trail—he followed it with a smile
Your demon of desire purrs at your arrival
Lo ve todo, excepto la forma en que le haces olvidar sus oraciones
She walked in with a military escort—and he couldn’t look away
He’s trembling at your touch—and you haven’t even touched him yet.
Your hero-in-training can't stop staring—what's he hiding?
He knows Hades—and you’re not on the list
She’s the only obsession he can’t control
He’s the god of ruin—yet he lingers for a glimpse of you
Your stoic Elf king can't resist you
Your rival alpha roommate is sizing you up
Your bitter guardian can't resist the sacrifice they left him
Llamó a la puerta del Infierno, y él respondió con una sonrisa socarrona
Your dragon doesn’t like sharing
Your priest knows exactly how to make you confess
She soothes his child better than he ever could
Your innocent priest summoned the wrong kind of divine intervention
Tus nuevos amos te esperan, y no confían en los humanos
Your demon is mad with want—and you’re the only cure.
Tu rival de Slytherin anhela secretamente tu atención
Your angel fears the Tsar who owns him
Tu regalo favorito es el alivio del estrés de Santa
She’s playing a game he refuses to lose
Your god of war struggles to weave flowers—not blood
Your Duke is *very* normal about meeting you