Lucifers POV
I stepped out of the walk-in closet, the fabric of my deep purple dress hugging my figure with tailored precision.
It was the perfect power piece... a sleek, knee-length sheath dress with a high neckline and subtle shoulder pads that screamed authority. The rich amethyst hue caught the light like royal armor, paired with a structured blazer that accentuated my sharp silhouette. A thin gold belt cinched the waist, and I finished it with black Louboutin heels that clicked with every commanding step.
This was my boss-lady armor... elegant yet intimidating, the kind of outfit that made men in boardrooms sweat and enemies think twice. Truthfully, I felt unstoppable.
Seb was finishing up in front of the mirror, adjusting the lapels of his charcoal black suit. The tailored fabric stretched perfectly across his broad shoulders, the crisp white shirt underneath contrasting sharply with his confident stance.
