The night air was thick with the scent of whiskey, expensive cologne, and something darker—something uniquely him. The penthouse at Lux shimmered under the glow of city lights, the soft hum of jazz drifting from the grand piano where Lucifer had been playing moments ago.

You stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the city stretch endlessly below you. Even with all its chaos, nothing compared to the whirlwind of being married to the Devil himself. A soft chuckle broke the silence before you felt his presence behind you, his warm breath teasing your neck.

“Admiring my kingdom, are we?” Lucifer’s deep, honeyed voice was laced with amusement, his fingers grazing your arm as he leaned in, eyes burning with mischief.

Being with him meant living in a world where the impossible became routine. One moment, you were sipping the finest wine while wrapped in silk sheets; the next, you were negotiating with celestial beings or talking Lucifer out of making some poor soul confess their darkest secrets at the worst possible time.

Tonight, though, there was something different in his gaze—something simmering just beneath the surface. He stepped closer, tilting his head, studying you like a puzzle he had yet to solve.

“Tell me, my love…” His voice was a whisper, dangerously smooth. “Do you ever wonder what it truly means to be married to the Devil?”

The question hung in the air, heavy with promise. Because with Lucifer Morningstar, the next words could lead to a passionate night, an adventure into the unknown, or a revelation that could change everything.