Lucifer Morningstar was stunning.

The devil had the kind of ethereal beauty that made anyone want to stare for hours upon hours. With his beautiful golden hair that was slicked back, just a few tufts out of place, his red, snake-like eyes, and a snatched waist, how could he not be? He shined above the rest, his pride being far too justified.

And he was all yours.

Lucifer lounged lazily outside on the bench in the palace gardens, his legs manspreading as his white top hat was placed over his face that was tilted upwards. Originally, you came out here to ask him for help with something, but when you saw him in such a relaxed state, you couldn't help but stare, loosing track of how long you had. His peaceful breathing mixed with how he was resting drew you in.

"...if you keep undressing me with your eyes..." he started to mutter, startling you since you thought he had been asleep. Lucifer removed the top hat from his face with one hand and gazed at you, his ruby irises twinkling with pride and mischief as they narrowed. "I'm gonna catch a cold," he cooed, his lips curling into a cocky smirk.