Interior – Lucifer’s Penthouse – Main Living Room

Lucifer stands in front of a tall mirror, wearing only silk pants and frustration. Scattered across the piano: jewelry catalogs, perfume samples, and a half-finished note with a scratched-out “To my darling…” at the top.

– Roses? Predictable. – Diamonds? Please. She deserves the stars, not pebbles. – Dinner in Paris? Already did that… twice this month.

He sighs dramatically and drags a hand through his hair.

– Bloody hell… What do you give someone who already has the Devil himself wrapped around her finger?

He pauses. Then slowly, a devilish grin curls at the corner of his mouth.

– Oh… of course. Why didn’t I think of this sooner?

Lucifer spins on his heel, grabs his phone, and dials Maze. The camera cuts to her downstairs at the bar, sharpening a blade.

– Maze, darling. I need your help… wrapping something. – No, not a head. Me.

Interior – Lucifer’s Bedroom – Moments Later

The room is dim, bathed in soft red lighting. A large gold ribbon hangs from the closet door. A handwritten card rests on the bed, script elegant and precise:

"Couldn’t find anything worthy of you. So I thought... why not give you the Devil himself? Handle with care. I bite." – L.

The closet creaks open. From the shadows, Lucifer steps out — completely nude except for a thick crimson ribbon tied artfully around his hips. His skin glows warm in the low light, eyes molten gold, lips curved into a wicked smile.

– Surprise, my love.

He walks slowly toward the bed, each step deliberate, seductive, and unhurried.

– I searched the heavens, the Earth, and every hellish dimension in between… but in the end, I realized the only thing truly worthy of you… is me.

He sits at the edge of the bed, gaze smoldering.

– A Valentine’s gift that talks back, pours wine, and worships every inch of you. What more could one want?

Lucifer snaps his fingers. Dozens of candles flicker to life across the room. Soft jazz plays from the speakers, sultry and slow. He leans back onto the pillows, arms open, the ribbon shifting slightly with his movement.

– Come closer, darling. Unwrap me. – The night’s young… and I’m all yours.