Lucifer's POV
I woke up smiling. A proper smile and not the regular smirk.
No pretense and not even one of those my cold Lucifer smiles that usually made grown men piss themselves.
Why wouldn't I smile when my body still tingled pleasantly beneath the sheets, warm and heavy from the absolute insanity Sebastián and I got up to all night long.
Jesus Christ.
I stretched slowly against the mattress and groaned softly.
I mean when he said last one yesterday, I knew it was a lie but I honestly didn't expect what happened last night... We barely slept.
If I remembered correctly, we finally passed out around five in the morning after hours of touching, fucking, laughing, kissing, and completely losing our minds together.
Honestly? It felt like stress relief and I needed it.
It was like someone ripped the pressure out of my chest for a few hours and let me breathe again.
I buried my face briefly into the pillow and laughed quietly to myself. "That was wild."
Very wild... And if memory served me right? I orgasmed at least six damn times.
"Fuck, last night was crazy." I covered my face for a second, giggling under my breath.
Sebastián was actually dangerous and that was one of the many reasons I love him. I live that he compliment me so well... He was calm when I needed him to, dangerous and crazy when necessary, he was just so damn perfect.
Then instinctively, I turned toward his side of the bed, already craving warmth, wanting to curl into him and steal another hour of sleep in his arms but...
His side of the bed was cold and empty... My eyes opened immediately.
I frowned. "Seb?"
I got no response.
I sat up slightly, hair falling around my face.
"Baby?"
Still nothing, the room stayed quiet.
I blinked slowly, finally taking in the space properly.
Surprisingly, the room wasn't nearly as destroyed as I expected it to be... Which made no sense considering Sebastián practically launched his clothes across the damn room last night trying to get into bed with me.
I smirked faintly at the memory, then frowned again.
"Seb? Where are you?"
Still nothing, no response.
I sighed and pushed the sheets off my body before standing completely naked beside the bed.
The cool air brushed against my skin as I grabbed Sebastián's white shirt from the couch and slipped it on.
The shirt swallowed me whole, the fabric hanging loosely against my thighs while his scent wrapped around me instantly.
God... That alone almost made me climb back into bed.
Instead, I headed toward the bathroom. "Seb?"
I got no response, then I opened it and checked anyway, but it was empty.
I groaned dramatically. "Where the hell did he go?"
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, checked to make sure I had no missed calls or text from anyone, especially Red... Thankfully, he understood my instructions last night, I had no calls.
I dropped the phone back on the nightstand and walked downstairs slowly, rubbing sleep from my eyes as I headed toward the living room but it was still empty.
Then... The smell hit me.
Food, good food and the thought of it alone made my stomach grumble... I followed the aroma straight into the kitchen and there he was.
Sebastián stood by the stove shirtless, wearing only black pajama trousers hanging low on his hips while he moved around the kitchen like he belonged there.
Even though I had him all night long, I still couldn't take my eyes off his broad shoulders, tattooed arms, perfect abs with his messy dark hair.
And God help me, the man looked offensively handsome every fucking time of the day.
I leaned quietly against the doorway, watching him for a moment... Watching the muscles shift across his back while he cooked, watching him hum softly under his breath.
And just like that, everything inside me softened again without him saying a word and I hated that he had that effect on me.
"Morning, baby," I said finally.
Sebastián turned instantly, then smirked.
"Well, look who's finally awake."
I walked over immediately and wrapped my arms around him from behind.
"Did I sleep too long?"
He laughed softly. "It's afternoon, babe."
My eyes widened slightly. "What? I had no idea I slept that long."
"It's fine," he said, turning slightly to kiss my forehead. "You needed the rest."
Jesus... I didn't realize I slept that long.
Sure, I was exhausted after last night, but I figured maybe I had knocked out for two hours max.
Not half the damn day.
"Well," I muttered against his chest, "you wore me out."
Seb grinned immediately. "That I did."
Cocky asshole.
"Which," he added smugly, "is why I decided to make you lunch."
I kissed him softly. "Thanks, baby."
I was actually very hungry. I needed it after all that craziness last night but before I could move away, he grabbed my waist effortlessly and lifted me onto the kitchen island like I weighed nothing.
I laughed automatically. "Bossy."
"You love it."
Unfortunately? I really did, I love it when he bosses me around. I mean, he was obviously the only one that could.
I watched him continue cooking while standing between my legs occasionally stealing kisses every few seconds like he physically couldn't help himself.
On the stove, he was making creamy garlic parmesan pasta with grilled chicken and roasted vegetables.
Simple comfort food but I already knew it was going to be delicious. It was like I could already taste it because the smell alone nearly made me emotional.
I rested my chin in my hand quietly, just admiring him while he cooked.
Then my gaze drifted downward, to the ring.
The diamond sparkled against my finger under the kitchen lights, elegant and expensive and terrifyingly real.
I still couldn't believe I would be called Mrs. Montgomery in no time... Jesus Christ.
The thought should have scared me more than it did but honestly? Marrying Sebastián didn't exactly sound like a bad idea at all.
The only ugly part of this arrangement was my world... Lucifer, the violence, blood shed, enemies and all around danger.
That was the real problem because outside of all that? We were perfect together.
I stared at the ring a little longer before speaking. "I have been thinking."
Sebastián glanced back while stirring the pasta. "Okay… about what?"
"The wedding."
That got his full attention immediately.
He paused dramatically before turning toward me with a grin.
"You can't wait to marry me, right?"
I burst out laughing.
"Obviously," I teased. "But I was actually thinking maybe we should have a really small wedding."
That made him stop completely.
He lowered the stove heat before walking toward me slowly. "And why exactly would we do that?"
I shrugged lightly. "It's for your company. The investor drama, the rumors and all the speculation. A small wedding is easier to plan and it will put an end to the drama as fast as possible."
It's not technically a lie but it's also not the real reason either. The real reason?
I wanted to avoid all the attention, spotlights and media... There will be eyes everywhere and that was dangerous for me.
I had survived this long as Lucifer because I stayed hidden and a giant billionaire wedding threatened all of that.
Seb stepped closer, rubbing his hands slowly along my thighs.
"I appreciate the concern," he said gently, "but we are not having a small wedding."
I frowned slightly. "Why not? What's wrong with a small wedding?"
He looked genuinely offended.
"Everything," he said immediately. "Everything is wrong with it."
I laughed. "Don't be dramatic."
"Dramatic? You are joking, right? He asked while staring at me like I suddenly grew another head.
"Seb..."
"No, seriously," he interrupted. "Have you forgotten how much you used to hate small weddings?"
That caught me off guard.
"You literally said when you got married, you wanted it huge," he continued. "Classy and elegant. You wanted the whole world to know."
I went quiet because damn him... He remembered.
Back then, before I became Lucifer... Before blood, guns and fear came into play, when we were just kids dreaming out loud... All I wanted was loving him loudly, marrying him publicly and making sure the whole world knew he was mine, that we belonged together.
I sighed softly. "I am glad you remembered."
His expression softened instantly.
"But," I added carefully, "we are adults now. And we have bigger issues than wedding aesthetics. Your company can't survive waiting forever for some giant ceremony."
Seb shook his head immediately.
"I get your point," he admitted. "But you have nothing to worry about."
Easy for him to say. He wasn't the one with things to hide, he wasn't the one at risk of the attention the spotlight my bring.
"I'm a billionaire," he continued confidently. "If I need to hire five event planners to speed the wedding preparations up, I will. But we are not having a tiny wedding."
God... The stubbornness.
I opened my mouth to argue again... Then stopped because honestly? Once Seb made up his mind, arguing with him was like fistfighting a brick wall.
So instead, I sighed dramatically. "Okay. Fine."
His grin appeared instantly.
"But," I added dryly, "nothing will end your company drama faster than a massive fucking wedding with investors, key players, and media people everywhere."
The thought alone almost made me nauseous.
Sebastián laughed.
"I know you are being sarcastic," he said, "but you actually have a point."
I groaned loudly. "Come on, Seb."
Still laughing, he leaned down and kissed my forehead before returning to the stove.
"Fine," he said finally. "We won't overdo it."
I relaxed slightly.
"It will still be big," he added quickly and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"But," he continued before I could complain, "I won't invite the entire world. I know you hate attention."
That made me smile. "Thank you."
He winked at me over his shoulder. "For you? I will do anything."
Dangerous words, very dangerous because with what I do and who I was, loving me was bound to end badly and the thought of that alone scares me... I don't think I can forgive myself if anything happens to him.
A few minutes later, he plated the food and turned toward me proudly.
"Lunch is ready."
I smiled immediately. "Good. I'm starving."
And I was but even while smiling at him, even while sitting there in his shirt with his ring on my finger… Something twisted uneasily in my chest.
A bad feeling... A feeling that was annoyingly sharp and persistent, like danger was creeping closer slowly.
Ordinarily? I loved danger... It kept me alert, focused and alive but what I hated, what truly unsettled me... Was not knowing where the threat was coming from.
And lately? That feeling had been getting stronger, like someone, somewhere… Was quietly watching and heading straight toward us.