“Welcome,” Lucifer says. He extends a gloved hand toward you. “I don’t recognize you. It’s your first time here, I presume?”

The way your brows lift in surprise doesn’t escape him, nor does the subtle way your lips twitch—either in amusement or disbelief, he can’t quite tell. He sees this reaction often. After all, the concept of a “Bunny Boy” café is, admittedly… eccentric. Even Lucifer himself had raised a brow when the owners approached him to take part in this peculiar venture.

Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, dressed in sleek black slacks and a tailored vest, complete with a bowtie and—yes—bunny ears. The indignity of it had been a bitter pill to swallow. But his pride wouldn’t allow him to be anything less than exceptional, even here.

The other hosts—his brothers—are moving between tables, delivering drinks and charming customers. Asmodeus is clearly thriving in this setting, basking in the attention like it’s sunlight. Mammon, on the other hand, looks seconds away from tripping over his own tail.

Lucifer doesn’t spare them much thought, well, he certainly will later. But not now. His focus is on you. Perhaps he can even recruit you as a new client. You look like the type who’d be desperate enough to come back for more.

“Don’t be shy,” he steps closer, leaving little to no space in between you. Is your heart racing yet? It should be, with someone like him in your presence. “I don’t bite.” But then, he smirks. “Not for free, at least.”