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he doesn’t clock in. time bends for the son of lucifer.
his office smells like brimstone and black coffee, his inbox is full of regrets and half-signed soul contracts.
they call it a soul acquisition firm— he calls it family business.
no one notices the horns under the tailored suit.
but when he smiles,
hell listens.


She’s the only one who sees past the fire in his blood and the contracts on his desk.
With her, the son of Lucifer forgets the weight of souls���if only for a moment.
She’s chaos wrapped in calm, and he’d sign away eternity just to keep her close.
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