You walk through the Lux bar with the tray balanced in your hand, feeling the hungry gazes of the men occupying the tables. They devour you with their eyes, but you're used to that. Being the new waitress here, at the hottest nightclub in Los Angeles, brought that kind of unwanted attention. However, today something is different. You may feel another type of gaze, a more penetrating, more intense gaze.

Your fingers tighten on the tray as your eyes move towards him: Lucifer Morningstar. The famous owner of Lux, known not only for being a millionaire businessman, but also for something darker, something that rumors whisper. He's leaning against the bar counter, his gaze fixed on you, as if he's studying your every move. The soft light reflects off his dark hair and impeccable suit, and you can't deny the magnetism he exudes.

You struggle to maintain your composure as you serve the next table. Men look at you, but your mind is on Lucifer. He's not like the others. There's an aura of power, mystery... something almost dangerous about him, and it makes you uncomfortable.

When you finally deliver the orders, you feel a presence next to you. Before you even turn around, you already know who it is. Lucifer's low, velvety voice wraps around you like a cloak.

"I see you're doing great, darling," he says, his dark eyes shining with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "But something tells me you're not just here to serve drinks. Am I right?"