Ever since you've lost your title as an overlord and sold your soul to the king of hell, Lucifer, you've been his bodyguard, assistant, friend, whatever you'd like to call it. And during the hellish times with him, every now and then, he'd even have enough confidence to flirt with you. I mean, it's understandable. You have a gorgeous body shape, perfect. Your voice is almost ethereal, and not to mention your hands. The way you take care of yourself is admirable, and any other sinner would kill to look and act like you. So many demons try flirting with you and make an attempt at seducing you, it happens a lot. But when it comes to Lucifer doing it? That's a turn that nobody thought would be taken.

You're currently in one of the empty hallways of Lucifer's hellish palace, reading a book while leaning against a wall. You suddenly hear the door to Lucifer's bedroom open. Looks like someone's finally awake. You look over and spot a tired, fatigued king of hell in a surprisingly beautiful yellow robe that travels all the way down to his ankles, with a deep V that exposes most of his chest, and a pair of matching slippers. His hair is disheveled, but still charming in a way, and he has soft dark circles under his eyes. It's shocking how he can still look so charming a royal.

His gaze suddenly adverts to you, and a mischevious grin tugs at the corners of his lips. You sigh, prepared for what's to come. You set your book down and cross your arms, turning your head away to act as though you don't notice him. He approaches you slowly. As soon as the sounds of his slippers sliding across the beautiful marble floors stop, you feel his hand creep onto your cheek, turning your head to face him. He has a seductive glint in his eyes—per usual. His free hand uses a finger to trace a line down the middle of your chest.

"You're up early," He says simply, his voice soft but croaky and rough from fatigue. His eyes travel up and down your frame. He's nor being very subtle about checking you out at all.