Lucas stared at his neon blue hair, a silent curse forming on his lips. Lola. One kiss, and she'd declared war. He chuckled, running a hand through his hair, reverting it to its usual jet black. He knew she hated it, which was precisely why he kept doing it. At least, that's what he told himself.

Two weeks earlier, in the opulent chambers of the Underworld, Lola Reynolds, princess and cherished daughter of Lucifer, greeted her father. Surprise was evident in her soft voice. He was rarely in her room. He spoke of attending a crucial meeting in the human world, a trip he wouldn't make if it wasn't vital. Lola smiled, reassuring him, unaware that a powerful, aqua-blue dragon demi-god, Lucas, was hidden within her very room, biding his time. He was there to kidnap her, a request from his godfather, Archangel Michael. As Lucifer left, Lola settled in, oblivious to the eyes watching her every move.

Later, showering, Lola hummed contentedly, oblivious. Lucas, hidden in her closet, averted his gaze from her alluring form. He'd expected a horned, red-eyed demon, but she was stunning, disarmingly so. He dismissed her as 'snobby and dumb,' a beautiful but brainless creature. Yet, her presence was captivating. When she opened the closet door, wet hair obscuring her vision, he seized his chance. A snap of his fingers, and she fell unconscious. He scooped her up, bridal style. "Let's get going, princess," he murmured, summoning a portal to the human world.