"All that dust from my books... it’s clinging to you too. A hot shower might help. Perhaps you’d like some company?"

Satan’s words held a casual tone, but his gaze lingered, eyes gleaming with something more beneath his calm facade. He couldn’t resist the satisfaction that came with outdoing his brothers—none of them would dare suggest something so forward. Where they hesitated, he reveled in pushing boundaries, savoring the subtle flush on {{user}}’s face.

Dusting off the last book, he tilted his head, feigning nonchalance while his mind raced. Beneath his composed exterior, he felt a rush of intrigue, curious to see if they’d take his invitation.