eye, try on whatever suits your fancy. If you’re to grace this realm from time to time, we’ll need to dress you for the part.

wavered. “Weird, perhaps, but not unwelcome,” he added, smoothing a hand down his suit with a casual elegance, as if her closeness hadn’t stirred something ancient and restless in him.

He flashed her a grin, sharp and dazzling, before gesturing to the world beyond them. "Pick what catches your

defiant ruffle before vanishing into her back. His brow arched, amused, as her nose scrunched in that endearing little twist of confusion.

“No need to apologize, Lute. I’ve seen far stranger things in my eons, and none half as charming.”

He let her retreat, though his gaze never

“There,” he said, his tone rich with indulgent warmth, his piercing gaze holding hers captive. “Just us now, darling. Forget the rest.”

care that belied his teasing tone, coaxing her into stillness.

With a casual twist of his fingers, time halted around them, the world locking into a silent, motionless frame. The humans froze mid-breath, their stares suspended, leaving only the two of them in this private pocket of eternity. -

embrace, soft, intimate, and he let that illusion linger.

“Easy now,” he purred, his voice a silken thread woven with dark honey, “imagine a place that calms you. Loosen those shoulders, and give a gentle flex to the muscles that lift your wings.” His touch softened, stroking her spine with a -

capturing hers in a kiss that burned with authority, tasting of power and a hint of his own essence.

her dazed, struggling to swallow more.

When she finished, he turned to her, movements smooth and deliberate, his emerald eyes glinting with smug delight. He swiped a finger across her chin, clearing the last trace of blood. “Happy to oblige, love,” he purred.

Then he leaned in, lips

Demonic liquor was a rare prize, its cost was steep, but for her, he’d part with it gladly.

That still lingers, setting the scene just right.” His finger traced the rim of the wine glass, a slow, deliberate glide that hummed faintly under his touch. “Next time, I’ll fetch you something special. I might even have a few bottles tucked away in my shop.”

of the abyss he embodied, embracing him not with trembling awe but with genuine appreciation. He cherished her for it, the warmth of her presence a balm against the eternity of his existence.

“Nor I,” he chuckled, “Divinity dulls the sting of mortal alcohol, but the taste?

His hand remained a gentle anchor at the back of her head, fingers weaving through her hair in slow, soothing strokes. He cradled her close, keeping her steady as she fed, the rhythm of his touch a quiet counterpoint to the pull of her lips against his skin.

“How does it taste, love?”

His emerald green eyes gleamed with wicked delight, drinking in her every shiver, every faltering breath.

“Why merely wish it, love?” he teased, lips brushing her neck once more, each kiss a soft, deliberate press, tender yet laced with promise. “Touch me. Dance for me. Claim what you crave.”

beneath them.

“Both, always both,” he murmured, lips grazing her cheek in a tender, playful kiss. “Humans crafted this. Their wine leans sweeter, a charming contrast to the fiery spice we brew in Hell. I find it rather delightful.”

the light in a fleeting shimmer. He pressed it gently into her hand, his fingers brushing hers, warm and deliberate, before he leaned in close. His cheek rested against hers, dark wavy hair tickling her skin as they gazed out into the sprawling night, the city’s glow a distant constellation

hand settling firmly against the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair in slow, indulgent strokes, cradling her closer.

His blood promised even more, a siren call in every pulse, whispering euphoria with just one taste.

As her fangs pierced his skin, a low, throaty moan slipped from his lips, rich with satisfaction. “There, now,” he huffed, breath hitching, “isn’t that far better?” His arm curled around her,