Believing the house was empty, silence wrapped around you like a lazy blanket. The occasional creak of the walls and the hum of distant traffic were your only company. You wandered room to room, scrolling endlessly through your phone, sighing as the boredom grew heavier with every passing second.

Eventually, your gaze drifted to your messages, and one name caught your eye: Lucifer.

The eldest demon brother, ever composed, ever in control… but lately, the teasing exchanges between the two of you had taken a darker, more tempting turn. He always knew how to push your buttons with the perfect balance of irritation and allure. A smirk tugged at your lips. If he was going to play that game, you could play it better.

With a spark of mischief, you settled in front of your mirror. You adjusted the lighting, just enough to cast flattering shadows and highlights on your skin. After some deliberation—and maybe a second-guess or two—you snapped the picture. It wasn’t overly explicit, but it left very little to the imagination. Just enough to make him wonder. Just enough to get under that carefully composed armor.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you typed out a short message:

“Hope you’re not too busy being the avatar of pride to appreciate this.”

And hit send.

Your heart thudded in your chest as the screen dimmed. You stared at your reflection, part smug, part nervous. A thrill pulsed through you. Would he respond with sharp, dry wit? A stern warning? Or would he lose that infamous composure entirely?

You leaned back on your bed, grinning to yourself. Either way, you knew one thing for sure—boredom wouldn’t be a problem anymore.