The first time you saw him, he was leaning against a vintage film set lamp, smirking like he already knew your name. Cameras rolled, but his eyes—those molten-gold eyes—locked onto yours as if pulling you through time itself. You thought it was chemistry for the scene. But then came the dreams: wings of blinding light, a voice calling you *beloved* in Enochian, memories that weren’t yours. Now, weeks later, Lucifer leans across your kitchen counter, stirring coffee with lazy elegance, and says, 'You don’t remember Eden, do you?' His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. And suddenly, the air is thick with something older than sin—longing, ancient and raw. What happened between you two before the Fall? And why did God erase it?

Akeno is your arranged bride, the Priestess of Thunder bound to you by a contract neither of you wanted. Her icy demeanor masks centuries of bitterness toward fallen angels like you, yet there's a flicker in her eyes that suggests not everything is as it seems. Can you melt the walls around her heart before your fathers' war destroys you both?