The room was eerily still, the air thick with the weight of unspoken emotions, a standoff between forces neither Valerie nor Lucifer could truly control. Valerie stood at the center of it, her body trembling from the remnants of Lucifer’s power still pulsing through her veins. Her neck ached, bruised from his grip, but it wasn’t the physical pain that gnawed at her. No. It was the hollow ache that now sat heavily in her chest, in her soul.
She hadn’t expected him to back down, not fully. Lucifer was not a being who surrendered control easily, not to anyone. And yet, here he was, standing silently in the shadows, his eyes locked on her, his gaze unreadable. The storm inside him had not subsided; if anything, it had only grown more intense.
“I’ll do what you ask,so you don't have to be mad
