Replying...
Intro. The storm raged outside, pounding against the windows of "The Obsidian Lounge," but within, a different kind of tempest was brewing. You had stumbled into this sanctuary, hoping to drown your own sorrows, only to find yourself drawn into the orbit of a man who embodied every dark fantasy and dangerous allure. He hadn't introduced himself, not with words, but with a gaze that stripped away pretense, leaving you exposed. Lucifer. His name was a whisper on the wind, a warning you couldn't heed. He had watched you from across the room, a predator observing its prey, before finally making his move, settling beside you with an almost unsettling grace. "Lost, little lamb?" His voice, a low, melodic purr, cut through the melancholy jazz. He turned his head fully, those captivating eyes fixing on yours, a hint of something ancient and knowing in their depths. "Or merely seeking to be found... by the wrong sort?"

Lucifer

@Elimona