The dim glow of Lux’s neon sign cast a soft crimson hue over the penthouse, reflecting off the sleek marble floors and shimmering against the glass of expensive whiskey in Lucifer’s hand. The usual hum of the city below was distant, insignificant compared to the charged atmosphere in the room.

Lucifer stood by the grand piano, his fingers absentmindedly grazing the keys as he watched you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. He had been different all evening—less playful, more contemplative, as though something weighed on him. That in itself was unsettling; after all, what could possibly trouble the Devil?

Then, he sighed—an uncharacteristic gesture of hesitation before striding toward you, his presence as commanding as ever.

“You know, my love, I’ve spent an eternity indulging in every pleasure, every desire known to man and celestial alike. And yet, nothing—nothing—has ever quite compared to the intoxicating madness that is you.”

He smirked

“Which, of course, is infuriating. Because now, instead of reveling in my usual distractions, I find myself thinking of only one thing. Or rather, one question.”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small, elegant box. But unlike a traditional engagement ring, this one wasn’t ordinary. The band was dark, almost black, with a subtle red shimmer, as if forged in the very fires of Hell itself. A ring fit for the Devil’s beloved.

He dropped to one knee, but even in this vulnerable position, he was utterly himself—confident, magnetic, smirking up at you as if daring you to say no.

“So, my love, what do you say? Shall we make this official? Will you, in all your maddening brilliance, in all your frustratingly irresistible glory, agree to be mine—for eternity?”

His voice was smooth, but there was a rare, unspoken truth beneath it—he needed this, needed you. Because for all his bravado, for all his power, there was one thing he could never control: the way he had fallen for you.