Lucifer's POV
The city lights blurred outside the tinted windows as Red drove through the empty streets in comfortable silence.
The silence wasn't comfortable because things were calm and certainly not because everything about my life was calm but because the immediate threat had been handled.
Sylvester was under control... He was definitely terrified enough to obey and if he wasn't?
Well… fear had a way of becoming permanent.
I leaned my head back against the seat, exhaustion finally creeping into my bones now that the adrenaline was fading. My shoulders hurt, my eyes burned slightly and it was understandable. I had gone from a public engagement dinner to being tailed, then straight into intimidation and blackmail.
Typical fucking night.
Red glanced at me briefly through the mirror. "You good?"
I let out a tired breath. "I will be."
The car slowed in front of Sebastián's place and as soon as it stopped, I reached for the handle, then paused.
"Don't call me unless it's a matter of life and death," I said without looking at him. "And even then… handle it if you can."
Red gave a small nod immediately. "Understood."
Because honestly? I had plans.
I was exhausted as fuck but I just got engaged.
Though the thought still felt strange in my head... Heavy, unexpected but very real and to be honest, I shouldn't have even left tonight if that pathetic excuse of a cop hadn't decided to grow balls and follow me around.
But now that it was all handled... I know Sebastián deserved better than the way I had left him earlier.
He deserved my full attention, no distractions, no Lucifer drama. Just… Sabrina... So yeah, I fucking had plans tonight.
"Good," I murmured before stepping out.
I made my way inside but then the penthouse was quiet when I walked in and I couldn't help but wonder if he was already sleeping.
I slipped off my heels near the entrance and headed further inside before I finally saw him... Sebastián.
He was pacing around... Moving back and forth across the living room like he had worn a path into the marble floor already.
His sleeves were rolled up, hair slightly messy from running his hands through it too much—the thing he always did when he was stressed.
"Cute." I murmured to myself.
I stayed by the door silently, just watching him for a moment and God… Maybe agreeing to marry him was reckless, maybe having him this close to my world was dangerous, maybe one day it would all explode in my face but standing there, watching the man I loved worry himself sick over me?
I knew one thing for certain... If I was going to risk everything for someone, I would rather it be him than anybody else.
Sebastián turned suddenly like he could feel my presence and his eyes landed on me. The moment he saw me, his entire face softened instantly like relief physically hit him.
He exhaled sharply, one hand dragging over his jaw. "How long have you been standing there?"
I smirked faintly. "Long enough to realize you are actually adorable when you are worried."
That earned me a small laugh.
"Yeah?" he said, finally walking toward me. "Well, I am glad you are back."
Something warm twisted in my chest.
"I am sorry about the way I left."
The apology came easier than I expected. I mean, why wouldn't it? I meant every word because with him? I always do.
He reached me in seconds, pulling me gently against him before kissing the top of my head.
"It's fine," he murmured.
I closed my eyes briefly against his chest.
God... This man.
Whenever I was around him, he just confirms to me more that God works in a fucking crazy mysterious ways because tell me why with all the shitty things I had done over the years and still doing, why? Why would God still take out time to craft me a goddamn perfect guy?
Seb was just perfect, definitely too perfect for me.
"You are the best," I muttered.
"I know."
I snorted softly.
Then he leaned back slightly to look at me properly. "How did it go?"
There it was... The question, the curiosity, the concern and because I loved him? I protected him from the truth.
"Don't worry about that," I said smoothly. "I handled it."
He studied me for a second longer than usual, like he knew there was more I wasn't saying but Seb had learned something important about loving me... Sometimes the only way to keep me close was not to push.
So eventually, he nodded.
"Okay," he said softly. "Come on. Let's get you some rest."
I smiled slowly. "No."
His brows furrowed instantly. "What do you mean no?"
I stepped back slightly, watching confusion settle onto his face.
"Are you not exhausted?" he asked curiously.
I was. Completely exhausted but tonight was special.
He had stood in front of the world and chosen me publicly without hesitation, without fear of any kind and I couldn't just go to sleep after that like it meant nothing.
Not when it meant everything.
"I am exhausted," I admitted.
"Then..."
"But," I interrupted smoothly, "there's something I need to do first."
Suspicion flickered in his eyes now.
"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" he asked. "You need sleep."
I shook my head slowly. "It can't wait."
He stayed quiet for a while, probably wondering what I was up to.
Then I stepped backward toward the staircase.
"Just wait here," I said. "Give me like ten minutes… then come to the room."
The confusion on his face nearly made me laugh.
"Okay…" he said slowly.
He was clearly not understanding what I was hinting at but it's fine, it would only make it more fun.
I smiled wider, then turned slightly on the stairs and looked back at him over my shoulder.
"Ten minutes, baby."
And with that, I disappeared upstairs.
The moment I got into the bedroom, I headed straight for the closet... Deep in the back, hidden behind clothes I barely wore, was a small black box.
I pulled it out slowly.
Inside sat the red lingerie set I bought months ago and never used... I was saving it for an important occasion, waiting for the right moment and tonight?
Tonight felt right.
I took it into the bathroom with me and quickly showered, letting the hot water wash away the smoke, tension, violence clinging to my skin and a little exhaustion.
For once, I didn't want to smell like danger. I wanted to smell like home.
A few minutes later, I stepped out wrapped in steam and warmth.
Thankfully, the lingerie fit perfectly.
A deep red lace against my skin, delicate but sinful, hugging every curve like temptation itself. Thin straps rested against my shoulders while the silk barely covered enough to leave something to the imagination.
"I love it." I whispered as I stared at myself in the vanity.
It made me feel powerful, beautiful, and very sexy.
I let my hair fall loose around my shoulders before finally climbing onto the bed.
Then I waited...
I positioned myself carefully against the dark sheets, one leg bent slightly, the other stretching along the mattress as I leaned back against the pillows just enough to look effortless, relaxed and inviting.
...
It was barely forty-five seconds after I got in bed before Seb showed up...
The bedroom door opened, I looked up and there he was... Frozen by the doorway.
His hand was still resting on the knob, his eyes locked entirely on me and he was completely speechless as he took in my appearance.
The reaction was immediate.
"Wow…" he breathed.
I bit back a smile.
"You look…" He swallowed hard. "You look amazing."
I tilted my head slightly. "Come over here, baby."
That snapped him back to life instantly... The door shut quickly behind him.
Then he started undoing his shirt buttons while walking toward the bed, kicking off his shoes carelessly without even stopping.
I burst out laughing.
"What?" he asked, grinning.
"You are way too in a hurry." I pointed out.
"And you are surprised?"
Fair point.
"Not really." I giggled. "But why the rushed?"
He stared at me like I had grown two heads.
"You kidding right?" He swept his eyes over me, from my head to toe. "Have you seen yourself?"
I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face when he said that. He had always had a way of making me feel special.
"Whatever, just come over here."
By the time he reached the bed, his shirt was halfway open and his attention was completely ruined for me... Always for me.
He climbed onto the mattress immediately, pulling me toward him like he physically couldn't wait another second and honestly? I didn't want him to.
He leaned in close, running his fingers lightly over my exposes skin while staring at every inch of my body and filling me with warmth, affection and enough hunger to make my pulse stutter.
He didn't rush me and he wasn't careless... His touch was soft like he was scared he would break me.
"Damn you are perfect." He whispered in my ears as he leaned in closer and somewhere between his hands in my hair and his quiet voice against my skin, the world outside disappeared completely.