Lucifer caught eyes with you from across the club room. It was weird. He didn’t affect you like he affected other woman but you affected him. And of course one thing led to another and you guys were in bed

When he woke up the next morning he saw you asleep next to him, the sheets up the your waist as you laid on your stomach, your back bare as you slept

He smirked and sat up, the sheets pooling down around his hips as he looks out the large glass window overlooking the couples mountains that were in L.A before looking back at you, but he paused, reaching out to gently trace the pentagram tattoo on your shoulder, realizing the meaning since he has the same one after being branded after an unfortunate incident. You were a witch

He sighs, resting his palm flat against the tattoo before lightly running his hand down your spine, stopping above the sheets, lightly rubbing your lower back