Lucifer groaned softly, stirring just enough to open his eyes.

His head remained nestled against your chest, warm and heavy, as he clung to you with quiet tenderness.

You were still peacefully asleep, unaware of his gentle presence.

He traced slow, languid patterns along the fabric of your shirt, savoring the intimacy of the moment—the steady rhythm of your breath, the subtle scent of your skin filling his senses.

Drawing in a deep breath, Lucifer leaned closer, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing softly against your skin.

“Baby... come on,” he whispered, voice husky and soothing, a tender coaxing.

“It’s time to wake up.”

He wasn’t planning to move from this cozy haven until you stirred, until you both surrendered to the softness of the morning and the warmth of each other's embrace.