MasukThen his gaze shifted, his piercing red eyes meeting mine, and he let the file drop casually onto the desk. A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips, and I knew instantly he was already plotting some sort of teasing remark. “Well, good morning,” he greeted, his voice low and warm. I exhaled, tilting my head slightly. “Lucifer.” “Ah, you say my name so sweetly, as if it’s the only thing on your mind,” he said, his smile widening just a little, the glasses adding a touch of sophistication to his already magnetic presence. He leaned back, crossing his arms as he continued to watch me with that smug amusement. “Trust me, it’s not,” I replied, crossing my arms in response, trying to maintain some distance between us — emotionally and physically. I knew better than to let his charm pull me in. He arched a brow, clearly unfazed by my response. “Hmm. And here I thought I’d be at the top of your list this morning. After all, you did come to my study, unannounced and unsupervised. I mu
As I tiptoed toward the bathroom, the plush carpet beneath my feet felt soft and welcoming. It was a little thing, but it felt like a luxury, and I savored it. In the bathroom, the faint scent of lavender hung in the air from the soaps neatly arranged on a glass shelf. I turned the water on and let it run for a moment, waiting for it to warm. The sound of it filling the room was soothing, echoing slightly against the tile. When I finally stepped in, the warmth wrapped around me, easing away the tension that had somehow settled in my shoulders. As I hummed softly under the shower, letting my mind wander, I made a silent promise to myself. Today, I was going to live – no holding back, no hesitation. I'd explore every inch of this mansion and truly experience it, the way I should’ve from the beginning. After I stepped out, I grabbed a fluffy white towel, drying off before slipping into a comfortable pair of blue jeans and a snug tank top. A glance over my shoulder revealed Anna, still
As she crossed the floor and sat beside me, I felt my tension ease, though I couldn’t say why. There was an odd tranquility about her. “Will you marry him?” she asked, her voice soft, almost pleading. I was caught off guard, blinking in surprise as I tried to process her question. Her appearance was that of an eighteen-year-old, but her voice sounded like a child’s—innocent, yet tinged with an understanding beyond her age. I frowned, confused by her words. *Marry him?* The very idea seemed absurd, impossible even. But the look in her eyes was so sincere, so hopeful, that it made me hesitate. “Lucifer said you would be my mother,” she continued quietly, as if her statement held a weight I couldn’t yet understand. I stared at her, feeling my heart race. "Mother?" I repeated, my voice barely a whisper, laden with disbelief. “Are you… are you Lucifer’s child?” The question escaped me, almost involuntarily, and I immediately felt foolish. Was that even possible? She nodded, her express
“Please, just tell me." She took a step closer, her face filled with a stubborn determination that, oddly, suited her. “Could it be… sex?” Her eyes didn’t waver as she spoke. “If I sleep with you, will you let me be?” The corners of my mouth twitched, and I replied simply, "You belong to me." She huffed, frustrated, her gaze hardening. "You keep saying that." She stepped forward again, so close I could feel her steady, furious energy. "But do you love me? Do you have any feelings for me?" “Love?” I tilted my head, a slow, cynical smile crossing my lips. “Don’t you think that’s too much to ask?” I leaned in just slightly, enough to keep her attention. "The devil doesn’t love." She didn’t back down, her eyes narrowing as if I’d just confirmed something she already suspected. "What *do* you feel, then?" She moved even closer, her face tipped up defiantly. “Obsession? Possessiveness? Which one?” “That depends.” “On what?” The back-and-forth of this questioning was beginning to lose
Finally, I found my voice, though it was barely more than a whisper. “Yes,” I said, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I want to be alone.” He let out a quiet chuckle, his hand falling away, though his eyes never left mine. “As you wish, Selene,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “But don’t think for a second that I’ll forget this little moment.” Without another word, he stepped back, allowing me to slip past him and out of the room. I could feel his gaze following me all the way to the door, a smirk undoubtedly playing at his lips, but I didn’t look back. As I made my way up the hall, my heart still racing, I couldn’t help but wonder which room is mine? Do I even have a room here? I leaned back against the wall, my arms folded as I watched Selene disappear down the hall. Every step she took away from me brought a wry smile to my face. She had no idea how much control she had over me, the way she stirred something unfamiliar yet impossible to ignore. I’d seen many souls c
I could see Selene’s reaction out of the corner of my eye, her posture stiffening slightly, though she did her best to remain impassive. But I could sense her irritation, the faintest hint of jealousy simmering beneath her calm exterior. SELENE FROWN. I stood still, watching the two of them. I kept my expression as neutral as possible, though I could feel my stomach twist. This girl—clung to him like she belonged there, smiling as though she had every right to be wrapped around him. Lucifer actually smiled back at her, that same infuriatingly charming smile he’d flash at me from time to time. And he’d even called her "darling." Darling. I swallowed, fighting to keep the irritation from showing on my face. What was the meaning of this? And why did I even care? It’s not like I had any reason to feel this way. I wasn’t jealous; that would be ridiculous. I didn’t care about him like that… or at all, really. Right? Still, my chest tightened, and I felt something dangerously close to
Lila woke to the sound of nothing. The room was flooded with the kind of bright, aggressive sunlight that only exists in Lagos, cutting through the floor-to-ceiling glass in wide, blinding strips. She reached out a hand, expecting to find the heat of a body or the rough texture of a shirt, but the b
The fourth night, there was no teasing. There were no games, no silk ropes, and no long, whispered monologues designed to make her head spin. The air in the room felt different the moment he stepped through the glass—heavier, charged with a blunt, honest hunger that did away with the need for a slow
On the third night, he didn't come empty-handed. When he stepped through the balcony door, the city lights behind him seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the shadow of him and the small, dark bundle he held in one hand. Lila’s breath caught in her lungs, a sharp, hitching sound that ech
He came at 12:03 a.m. exactly. Lila had spent the last hour watching the digital clock on her nightstand, the red numbers burning into her retinas. She had been naked for a long time, the air in the room beginning to feel heavy and static. Her heart was hammering so hard she could feel the thud o







