Lucifer Diego Picardo
Standing in front of Yap's apartment, he tried to muster courage. Courage? Since when had he been like this? And was this what people called nervousness? He'd never experienced it before. His job demanded he be strong—survival of the fittest. But this fiery girl had completely changed him. He smiled a lot when he spoke to her, longed for her company, and groveled for a kiss on the cheek. Lucifer sighed. Yesterday was Valentine's Day, but he hadn't been with her that day. He'd been in a shootout with his enemy. Lucifer looked at his reflection in the mirror. Rose was driving him crazy; she was playing the role of a prize-seeker, and this was new to him, but if he wanted something, he would get it. He knocked on the door several times before Rose opened it, wearing slightly revealing nightwear. He sighed, suppressing his anger. How could she open the door to anyone dressed like that? What if it wasn't him who came? What if it was some other fool? Would anyone else see her like that?
About Lucifer Diego Picardo
Standing in front of Yap's apartment, he tried to muster courage. Courage? Since when had he been like this? And was this what people called nervousness? He'd never experienced it before. His job demanded he be strong—survival of the fittest. But this fiery girl had completely changed him. He smiled a lot when he spoke to her, longed for her com...Read more