Bad Idea

                                    

                                          
Lucifer's P.O.V.
I watched her from across the room, my eyes lingering on every subtle movement, every flicker of unease she tried to conceal behind that composed expression. Y/N. Such a fascinating little thing. She thought she could hide from me, evade the pull between us by clinging to that insufferable radio demon. A futile attempt, really. It was almost adorable how hard she tried. Almost.
I leaned back in my chair, swirling the drink in my glass lazily, though my attention never wavered from her. She stood next to Alastor, close enough that anyone else might think she was seeking comfort. But I could see it. That underlying tension in her posture. The way her eyes flitted between me and him, betraying her unease. She was aware of me, even if she didn't want to be.
I wonder if she realizes it yet—that the more she tries to distance herself, the more tightly she binds herself to me. Her little acts of defiance, her desperate need to hold on to some semblance of control, only fueled my desire for her. And make no mistake, I would have her.
I always get what I want.
It was amusing, really, watching her try to use Alastor as some sort of shield. Did she truly believe he could protect her? The thought almost made me laugh. Alastor, with his smile and his showmanship, might be dangerous in his own way, but he was no match for me. And she would learn that soon enough.
Patience was never my strong suit, but for her, I could make an exception. For now, I would let her cling to the radio demon. Let her believe, for a fleeting moment, that she could keep herself out of my grasp. It made the chase all the more delicious.
I tilted my head, studying her more closely. She was avoiding my gaze again, keeping her focus on whatever nonsense Alastor was prattling on about. But I saw the way her hand tightened around her drink, the subtle way her shoulders tensed every time I moved.
She was aware of me. Always aware.
What she didn't know was that I had already claimed her. Not in some crude, possessive way. No, this was far more intricate than that. It wasn't about force or control. It was about seduction. Making her realize that I was the only one who truly understood her. Who could give her what she needed.
I smirked to myself, watching as she shifted closer to Alastor again.
Does she think she's safe there? Does she think he'll protect her? How quaint.
I wouldn't rush this. No, I would take my time. Y/N deserved more than a fleeting conquest. I wanted to savor every moment of her resistance, every little act of defiance, because in the end, they would make her submission that much sweeter.
And she would submit. They always did.
But this one... there was something different about her. She didn't cower. She didn't grovel or seek my approval like the others. She was terrified, yes, but there was fire beneath that fear. A spark that refused to be extinguished.
I wanted to break that fire, but not in the traditional sense. No, I wanted her to offer it to me willingly. To see that she belonged to me and only me.
And I would have it.
She glanced in my direction, just for a moment, before quickly looking away. But that single second was enough. Enough to confirm that she felt the connection too, even if she was trying to deny it. She couldn't hide from me. Not now. Not ever.
I'll admit, the presence of Alastor at her side was starting to become... irksome. He had his uses, and I'd always found his particular brand of chaos amusing. But now? Now he was an obstacle. A distraction. One I would deal with when the time was right.