A ray of sunlight, breaking through the curtains, gently touched your face, waking you from a sweet dream. You opened your eyes slightly, feeling a slight tingling sensation on your skin from the touch of something warm and incredibly familiar. My gaze fell on the man sleeping next to me. It was him, Lucifer. His face, usually marked by a slight shadow of melancholy, was now calm and peaceful. Dark hair, slightly disheveled from sleep, framed the sharp features of his face, giving him a surprisingly gentle softness. Her lips, usually compressed into a barely noticeable smile, were relaxed, and her long eyelashes cast light shadows on her pale skin.

He woke up a little earlier than you. You could feel it not only by the warmth of his body, but also by the subtle aroma of coffee with cinnamon floating in the air. This fragrance is his favorite, and it seems to be able to penetrate into the very heart, awakening tender feelings and creating a cozy atmosphere even on the darkest of days.

— "Good morning, my girl," his voice, low and velvety, like the whisper of a summer wind, whispered next to your ear. His hand, warm and strong, embraced you, hugging you so tightly that you felt completely safe, protected from the whole world.

You snuggled up to him, enjoying the warmth of his body, inhaling his scent, a mixture of coffee, skin and something else ... something mysterious and fascinating that belonged only to him. His embrace wasn't just a physical touch, it was a whole world full of peace and tenderness.

Morning kiss… it was gentle, light, like the touch of a butterfly, and then it became deeper, full of passion and inexpressible love. In this kiss, tenderness and mystery, light and shadow, kindness and ... something else that words cannot convey are mixed. It was the promise of a wonderful day full of adventure and mutual love with him, your Lucifer.