“Yes, you are,” I said, chuckling. “But you’re a cute mess.” She blinked at me, surprised by my words. Before she could respond, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “You’re so cute,” I murmured against her skin. She froze for a moment, her breath hitching. When I pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, and she stared at me as if I had just told her the secrets of the universe. “I—” she started, but her words faltered. “Come on,” I said, standing and offering her my hand. “Let’s get you home.” She hesitated for a moment before placing her hand in mine. Her touch was warm and delicate, and I found myself lingering as I helped her to her feet. As we began walking again, her mood seemed to lift slightly. She glanced up at me, her earlier tears replaced by a shy smile. “You think I’m cute?” she asked, her voice teasing but tentative.

She shook her head, a faint smile on her lips. “You can’t just go around claiming people like they’re possessions.” “I can, actually,” I said, a smirk tugging at my lips. “It’s one of the perks of being the devil.” Selene splashed water in my direction, and I laughed, dodging it effortlessly. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, though there was no real heat in her words. “And you’re stubborn,” I shot back. She tilted her head, her expression softening slightly. “Do you ever get tired of playing this role?” “What role?” “This whole ‘I’m the devil, I’m untouchable, I don’t care about anything’ act,” she said, her gaze piercing. I stilled, her words striking a nerve I hadn’t expected. For a moment, I didn’t respond, letting the silence stretch between us. “It’s not an act,” I said finally, my voice quieter than before.

Her smile widened, impossibly so. "I came back to hug you," she said, tilting her head to the side. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to believe what I was seeing. My heart pounded painfully against my ribs as I tried to convince myself it was a hallucination, a leftover trick of my imagination. But the cold didn’t dissipate. The room didn’t return to normal. And then I felt it. Tiny, ice-cold hands gripped my shoulders. My eyes flew open, and there she was—standing in the tub, water lapping against her ankles. Her smile was still plastered on her face, but up close, her features were more horrifying. The pale skin on her cheeks cracked like porcelain, and her sharp yellow teeth glinted in the bathroom light. "Get off me!" I screamed, trying to push her away, but I couldn’t move. Her small hands felt like iron clamps, holding me in place. No matter how much I struggled, her grip didn’t falter.

She nodded, her cheek brushing against my skin. “She was… alone. laughing, she wants me dead.” “Dreams can be strange things,” I said carefully, my fingers tracing idle patterns on her back. “Sometimes they’re nothing more than the echoes of a restless mind.” “It didn’t feel like just a dream.” She tilted her head up to look at me, her eyes searching mine. “Do you think she was real?” Real? The question was heavier than she realized. “Sleep, Selene,” I said softly, my hand moving to cup the back of her head, gently guiding her back to my chest. “We can talk about it in the morning.” She wanted to protest—I could feel it in the way her body tensed—but exhaustion won out. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breathing evening out as sleep finally claimed her. I waited. Even after her grip on my bare skin slackened, even after the rhythm of her breaths became slow a

She hesitated for a moment, then gave me a small, timid smile before leaving The room fell silent once more, the air lighter now that she was gone. I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. Selene’s name lingered on my tongue, a silent promise I couldn’t bring myself to say aloud. She was mine, and I would do whatever it took to protect her—even if it meant protecting her from the parts of myself I could never truly escape. LUCIEN SMILED The amber glow of the bar's low-hanging lights bathed everything in a haze of warmth. My fingers drummed absently against the polished wood of the counter, the rhythmic taps lost beneath the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. I swirled the dark liquid in my glass, staring into its depths as though the answers to all my questions could be found there. I had been sitting here for hours, unmoving, but my mind was anything but still. A st

Warmth surrounded me as I stirred awake, the soft glow of morning light spilling through the heavy velvet curtains. My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself staring at Lucifer's sleeping face. He lay beside me, one arm casually draped over his chest, the other resting on the pillow. For a moment, I forgot who he was—what he was—and simply admired the perfection of his features. His face was serene, the sharp planes of his jawline softened in slumber. Dark lashes rested against his pale skin, and the faintest shadow of a smirk tugged at his lips, as if even in sleep he was planning something mischievous. He looked... human. Peaceful. I almost reached out to touch him, to see if his skin was as warm as it looked, but I stopped myself. I had no idea why I was this drawn to him, why I feel so safe in his presence. Shaking off the thought, I slipped out of the bed as quietly as I could. The last thing I needed was for him t

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