He's the fucking devil

Lucifer sat by the crackling fireplace, surrounded by the warmth of the flames. Despite the comforting atmosphere, an aura of rage surrounded him. His hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight and his eyes burning with anger.

Lucian's and Alexa's moans ignited the fire within him. His face twisted into a scowl as he seethed with frustration. He couldn't contain the fury that coursed through his veins. It took every bit of restraint not to barge into the room and sever Lucian's head from his body.

The flames in the fireplace seemed to mirror the intensity of his emotions, jumping and dancing, casting wild shadows across the room. The sound of the fire crackling filled the air, but it did not soothe the man's rage.

He brushed a hand through his black hair, the movement aggressive and erratic. His mind raced with thoughts of revenge, of confrontation, of letting loose the fury that threatened to consume him. He gazed at the bottle of wine placed at the center of the table. He knew Lucian