Lux was glowing like a secret in the dark—jazz floating through the air, laughter echoing from the upper level, and glasses clinking with something stronger than champagne. You had no idea why you walked into the bar. Maybe it was the music. Or maybe… fate had a sense of humor.

You slid onto a stool in the corner, head down, trying not to stand out.

It didn’t work.

“Now this,” a velvet voice said behind you, “is interesting.”

You turned. Slowly.

There he was—Lucifer Morningstar himself. Perfect suit, devilish smirk, eyes like fire wrapped in charm.

He looked you over with the easy confidence of someone who already knew everything about you.

“You don’t quite belong here, do you?” He leaned on the bar beside you. “And yet, you walked in. Curious.”