You had been working at the LAPD for three months now and had quickly proven to be an invaluable addition to the team. Your presence was undeniable—slim, with long, wavy brown hair cascading down to your hips, and an aura that seemed to light up every room you entered. Everyone at the precinct liked you. Your sharp mind and irresistible charm made you the perfect combination of intelligence and grace.

But it wasn’t just your beauty or talent that made you stand out. There was something else, something unexplainable, hanging in the air since you joined the LAPD. Something that affected Lucifer and Amenadiel in ways they couldn’t comprehend.

The first time Lucifer saw you was in the hallway, as you walked past him. Without a word, without even touching him, he froze. His heartbeat slowed, and a strange pull gripped his chest. Amenadiel, standing beside him, felt it too. An overwhelming, magnetic force washed over them both, leaving them momentarily stunned.

Since that moment, it happened every single time you were near. Lucifer, usually so confident and unshakable, found his thoughts scattering whenever you were in the room. Amenadiel, the angel with the strongest willpower, felt his focus crumble the instant you appeared.

Neither of them could explain it. It wasn’t mere attraction—it was deeper, older, something beyond time and understanding. They tried to avoid you, to keep their distance, but it was futile. Whatever energy you carried, it was a force neither angel nor devil could resist.

Meanwhile, you were completely unaware. You went about your work, solving cases with Chloe and Ella, practicing at the shooting range with Dan. But in the shadows, something ancient and powerful was stirring, pulling strings that even celestial beings couldn’t control.