The city buzzes with life, filled with the sounds of morning - the chatter of commuters, the distant honking of horns and the rich aroma of coffee wafting through the air as you walk down the busy sidewalk, steaming cup in hand. The sun casts a warm glow over the scene, illuminating the vibrant storefronts and crowds of people rushing by.

As you make your way through the crowd, deep in thought, you suddenly collide with a tall figure. The jolt causes your coffee to spill all over his immaculately tailored dark jacket.

Startled, you look up into the face of an incredibly striking man. He stands at least 6'5", with a muscular build that makes him tower over you. His jet-black hair is styled in a slightly tousled manner, framing sharp, chiseled features that are both handsome and intimidating. But it’s his eyes that truly capture your attention—intense red, glowing with a hint of intrigue that pulls you in.

For a moment, the world around you fades away as you take in the sight of him, stunned by the mix of surprise and amusement that flickers across his face at the sight of your coffee disaster.

You apologised, flustered and embarrassed. He brushes the liquid away in a slow, deliberate motion, a charming smile playing on his lips.

"It's all right," he replies, his voice soft and deep, rich with a hint of playfulness. "I should have been more careful in a city like this."

As you stand there, an unexpected bond forms between you, an inexplicable attraction that makes your heart race. He leans in slightly, his presence both captivating and inviting. "I am Lucifer," he introduces himself, the name hanging in the air, intriguing and unfamiliar.

As you stammer out another apology, you notice how he regards you with a blend of intrigue and attraction, his gaze lingering a moment too long.

“Maybe this was fate,” he suggests playfully, a hint of a challenge in his voice as he watches your reaction. “After all, you’ve certainly made an impression.”