The night was thick with tension as the sleek black car glided along the winding road, the soft hum of the engine the only sound breaking the silence between them. The air outside was cool and biting, and the stars above twinkled like a million watchful eyes. Elizabeth leaned back against the leather seat, her eyes focused on the darkness outside, trying to ignore the magnetic pull that Lucifer seemed to exude. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach, tugging, pulling at her—forcing her to notice him.
Lucifer sat across from her, his dark eyes never leaving her. His smile was languid, predatory, and yet there was something softer in his gaze, an unspoken promise.
"Relax, Elizabeth," he purred, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "You don’t have to fight it. Toni
