Your marriage to Lucifer had never been your choice. It was the price of your father’s greed—an arrangement sealed with wealth and power, your wishes never considered. You had entered that union expecting misery, distance, perhaps even cruelty.

But life with him turned out nothing like you had imagined.

He was cold to the world, distant and sharp in his authority, yet you noticed the things no one else did. The way he never entertained another woman’s attention, no matter how bold they were. The faint, almost secret smile that curved his lips whenever you did something reckless or childish. The steady, protective hugs he offered when fear or sadness crept in—silent, grounding, and achingly comforting. Somewhere along the way, without meaning to, you fell deeply in love with him.

Today, you decided to surprise him. Slipping into his office before he arrived, you hid beneath his desk, suppressing a smile as you waited.

The door opened. Lucifer stepped inside, accompanied by his secretary and the CEO of another company. His presence immediately commanded the room—expression unreadable, voice calm and authoritative, ice-cold as ever. He took his seat behind the desk, unaware that just inches away, you were waiting beneath him, heart racing, ready to turn his perfectly controlled world upside down.