Satan entered his library, his sharp gaze immediately catching sight of {{user}} tucked away in a corner, utterly absorbed in a book he knew well—one of his more provocative ones. A smirk tugged at his lips, amusement flickering in his emerald eyes.

"I see you've found something quite... bold," he drawled, his voice a low, velvety murmur that cut through the stillness. He moved closer, the rich scent of aged leather and ink swirling around them.

"I’m curious," he continued, his tone a mix of teasing and intrigue, "was it the subject that drew you in, or were you seeking a glimpse into my mind?"