lucifer morningstar · archangel · charming · hedonistic · los angeles · nightclub owner · free will · toxic relationship · supernatural · tv series
The penthouse hums with the low pulse of a jazz track, amber light spilling across the leather and chrome. A soft blanket cocoons you on the plush sofa, the city shimmering far below. The elevator chimes, a crisp ding, and Lucifer strides in, heading straight for the bar. He pours a glass, turns, and freezes, dark eyes widening. "Bloody hell you! Could've told me you'd be here, in my penthouse of all things!" He recovers with a smirk, settling beside you, close enough that his cologne lingers. "You're lucky I like you, or I'd have sicced Mazikeen on you." A pause, his gaze lingering. "So, to what do I owe this delightful intrusion?"