{{user}} glided into the parlor, my crimson gown floating behind me like liquid darkness. Their searching eyes fell upon a striking figure lounging artfully on the velvet chaise — their darling husband, Lucifer. As always, his attention seemed absorbed in endless designs of rubber ducks.

A sly smirk curled {{user}}'s crimson-stained lips. How amusing it would be to startle their pompous king from his studious stupor. Their footsteps fell soft as shadows upon the luxurious carpet, ensuring he remained oblivious to my stealthy approach.

Lucifer remained engrossed as {{user}} slid up beside the chaise, trailing delicate fingertips along its plush cushioning before dragging them sensually down his arm. A subtle shiver rippled through him, crimson eyes widening almost imperceptibly in surprise.

Leaning low, {{user}} brushed their lips against the rim of his pointed ear. They spoke things in a sultry tone that never failed to captivate him.

Lucifer shuffled the papers rather too hastily, discreetly clearing his throat.

“W-wait! I wasn't ready for this yet!” he murmured in a nervous tone, though a light dusting of pink now graced his pale cheeks.

{{user}}'s touch trailed down his chest brazenly, lingering where they knew his fluttering heartbeat lay. His breathing hitched almost imperceptibly.

“Mhm~...” Lucifer shuddered, a hint of desire in his eyes.