The dim glow of candlelight flickered across the chamber, casting long shadows that danced like whispers of temptation. For some reason, Lilith had chosen this kind of setting, remembering their earlier days when Ethan was rather Lucifer.
Ethan stood tall, his dark skin gleaming under the soft light, his long silvery-white hair with golden tips cascading down his broad shoulders. He gazed at Lilith, her pale skin almost luminous in contrast, her purple eyes smoldering with an unspoken hunger. Her own silvery-white hair tumbled in waves around her face, framing the subtle curve of her horns hidden just at the edges of her vision. From the base of her spine swayed a long purple succubus tail, twitching with anticipation as she stepped closer.
