New York City – Rooftop Restaurant, Midnight Flame
The wind at this height felt different.
Colder. Cleaner. Quiet.
Lucifer stepped out of the black car, his coat catching the breeze as he adjusted the collar. The rooftop entrance shimmered with glass and gold, light bouncing off the polished floor like firelight.
Ella was already waiting at the top.
She turned when she heard his steps, her eyes lighting up just a little. Hair brushed to the side, a soft silk dress the color of wine clung to her figure. Simple makeup. No necklace. Just her.
He blinked once.
"…You clean up well," Lucifer said, walking up beside her.
Ella smirked, folding her arms. "I could say the same, Vampire Lord."
Lucifer chuckled under his breath. "Let's go in."
The maître d' didn't even ask for names. The table was already prepared. Top floor. Candlelit. With a view that stretched over the sleeping city, framed by stars and towers. The kind of place that made even silence feel like music.
