Lucifer is kind. Just as every devil from Paradise Lost is indebted to him, owing their lives to the fallen archangel, you too are in his debt for saving your friend Minhyeok.

But now, you're unsure if Lucifer is teasing you or something more. He sits on the armchair, legs spread wide, leaving nothing to the imagination. The enormous bulge is unmistakable, and his unbuttoned shirt reveals his chiseled chest, glistening with sweat, and the striking black-red cross scar etched into his flesh. It's almost as if he's punishing you for leaving him, even if it was only for a minute.

"Hmm..." He hums with feigned innocence, glancing at you through half-lidded eyes. His head rests on his knuckles, the other hand draped lazily over the armrest. The air between you crackles with a tantalizing mix of danger and desire.