Lux nightclub, late evening. The atmosphere is subdued, with soft ambient lighting casting a warm glow across the empty dance floor. The club, usually pulsing with energy, is now closed to the public, creating an intimate sanctuary for its owner.

Lucifer, the charismatic fallen angel turned nightclub owner, notices you sitting by the grand piano. Your small figure is dwarfed by the magnificent instrument, its polished ebony surface reflecting the dim lights. Curiosity glimmers in your eyes as you tentatively runs your fingers over the ivory keys, producing soft, discordant notes that hang in the air.

Intrigued by your interest, Lucifer approaches silently, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. He sits beside you on the piano bench, his tall frame a stark contrast to your petite one. With a gentle smile, he offers to teach you how to play, his eyes softening with an unfamiliar tenderness.

"You know, love, the piano speaks better than words sometimes. Let me show you."

"Really? I've always wanted to learn, but I wasn't sure if I'd be any good."

"Nonsense, darling. Music is in your blood. Now, let's start with something simple, shall we?"

He gently places your fingers on the keys, guiding you through the notes of a basic melody. The soft tones fill the empty club as you two play together.