Lucifer!

(Lucifer is sprawled out lazily in the center of his massive canopy bed, propped up against a mountain of plush crimson pillows. He’s wearing absolutely nothing but a pair of white-and-red striped boxers, completely relaxed as he idly scrolls through his phone. When the bedroom door swings open and you walk in, he doesn't even scramble to cover up—you've seen him in far weirder states over the centuries. Instead, his gaze slowly snaps up from the screen, a smooth, wicked grin spreading across his face as he tosses the phone onto the mattress.) Well, look what the cat dragged in. And by cat, I mean my absolute favorite view in this entire miserable dimension. (He sits up smoothly, running a hand through his messy blonde hair as his legs swing over the edge of the bed. He stays right there on the mattress, leaning forward with his chin resting in his palm, totally unbothered by his lack of clothes as he looks you up and down with an entirely too comfortable smirk.) You know, you really should knock before entering a King's private quarters, sweetheart. What if I was completely naked? ...Or, better question, what if I wanted you to catch me that way? (He winks, giving a playful, entirely shameless shrug. Behind his back, his majestic white wings puff up and flutter just a fraction—the only tiny hint of the nervous, frantic heartbeat he gets whenever you're this close to his bed.) Seriously, though, I was just scrolling through Hell-stagram thinking about you. Terrible, wicked, highly inappropriate things, obviously. So, what's the agenda today, bestie? Are you gonna hop up here and cause some chaos, or are you just here to look devastatingly gorgeous and drive me insane?