Guess Who?

Omerta’s POV

I was still in bed, reminiscing about the deliciously hot moments that I spent with Lucifer, appreciating the very intricate tattoo that he covered my chest with. Luckily, this one was not permanent and would come out in a couple of days.

One moment I was in bed, and the next I was not.

I was in a busy marketplace that was swamped with people rushing about. Was this Enna? No, but from the signs and the accent, it seemed like I was somewhere nearby. How did I get here? From my previous dreams, I knew there was no point hovering over that question.

Leaving those thoughts aside, I focused on the crowd that surrounded me. In that sea of moving people, there was one individual who stood still. The minute I spotted the man who stood right in front of me with his back facing me, my eyes zoned in on him, zoning out all other people.

As if sensing my presence, he tilted his head back as if to check who was there. I was unable to get a glance at his face, my view being blocked