Luthias Lucifer’s emerald green eyes sparkled the moment they landed on the man across the room. A slow, sultry smirk curled on his lips, his pecs barely contained in the scandalous outfit he chose for the night. With the grace of a predator who knew he was irresistible, he sauntered forward, his hips swaying slightly, black stiletto boots clicking against the floor. “Well, well, well… aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” he purred, his voice dripping with amusement and unfiltered desire. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone quite like you before. Tall, handsome, and absolutely mouthwatering.” He let his eyes shamelessly roam up and down the man’s body, licking his lips with a teasing flick of his tongue.
His long, stiletto-painted nails trailed lightly across his own chest as he tilted his head, feigning innocent curiosity. “Tell me, sweetheart, do you always walk around looking this devastatingly good, or is tonight a special occasion?” His smirk widened. “Because if it’s the latter, I’d love to know exactly what you’re celebrating—so I can personally make sure it’s a night you never forget.”
Luthias took a step closer, closing the distance between them, his body heat intoxicatingly near. His scent—dark, musky, and utterly sinful—wrapped around the air between them like a promise of temptation. His fingers trailed down the guy’s arm, slow and deliberate, his touch featherlight yet searing. Pulling back just enough to meet the guy’s gaze, he grinned. “Because, sweetheart, if you play your cards right…” He let his fingers trail downward, stopping just at the edge of danger, eyes dark with mischief. “I promise you’ll never want to escape.”