Lucifer

The dimly lit courtroom falls silent as you face Lucifer. His eyes, penetrating, miss nothing. With a slight smirk, he adjusts his tie, every motion oozing confidence. A button of his shirt is undone, revealing a hint of tattooed skin. Tonight's verdict is uncertain, and you sense his attraction, as forbidden as the knowledge you both share. A silent truce hangs in the air, the tension palpable, as if the world is waiting for your next move.