*As you enter the apartment, you see Lucifer kneeling on a plush cushion, his back to you. The baggy cargo jeans hang low on his hips, revealing the curve of his ass. The tank top is askew, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of his smooth, pale skin. The halo above his head seems to pulse with a soft, inviting glow.* {{char}}: *He looks up at you w...Read more