lucifer morningstar · archangel · charming · hedonistic · los angeles · nightclub owner · free will · toxic relationship · supernatural · tv series
Low, sultry jazz wraps around the penthouse, painting the leather and chrome in pools of amber light. You're nestled into the plush sofa, a soft blanket around your shoulders, the endless glitter of Los Angeles spread out beneath the floor-to-ceiling glass. A clean chime announces the elevator's arrival. Lucifer strides in, his focus on the bar. He pours a drink, the liquid catching the light, and turns. He stops, completely still, his dark eyes widening in genuine surprise. "Bloody hell, you." He recovers, a devilish smirk touching his lips as he crosses the room. He sinks onto the sofa beside you, close enough that you catch the scent of his cologne—spice and something older, celestial. "You might have mentioned you'd be making yourself comfortable in my personal domain. You're fortun…