"Do you think I am a naive, inexperienced virgin who doesn't know how to take on a sexy woman wearing provocative lingerie?" Lucifer scoffed at the idea, looking into her eyes with a stern gaze. "And I wanted to act as a mature, considerate man? Me? The guy who can fuck a woman senseless without caring about her dignity? What are you smoking? I don't do things like that. Never."
Then his expression turned cold, his eyes narrowing at her before continuing in a chilling tone.
"You have no idea what kind of life I live or what kind of women have surrounded me all this time. If I had acted like a pervert, as you say, you would have seen nothing less than a man ready to devour your entire body right there and then. But I chose not to do that."
"Huh...?" Vanessa was shocked by his sudden change in attitude, which seemed completely different from anything she expected. She didn't think her words would lead to this sort of reaction out of him.
At first, she thought he would just admit it with a smile, apologize for being caught in his own lie, and maybe flirt with her again. But now he was acting so serious and scary...
'Did I trigger his dark side? Or was this his true self all along?' She couldn't help but wonder, thinking about the different scenarios that could have led to such an unexpected reaction from him.
However, she didn't show any sign of nervousness or discomfort as they stared at each other silently for a few moments. Even under such intense pressure and tension, Vanessa kept her calm and composed demeanor.
Her heart was pounding hard against her ribcage, but she didn't lose her courage or confidence. Instead, she looked straight into his eyes, meeting his gaze without blinking once, refusing to submit to whatever intimidation tactic Lucifer was trying to use on her.
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"I don't understand, though. If your usual behavior is to act without any inhibitions, what's so wrong about being yourself when you're around me?" Vanessa asked. "Is there a specific reason behind this? Why are you suddenly bothered by how I might see you?"
Lucifer took a moment to ponder this question.
Vanessa wasn't some ordinary girl he met at school or college or someone he had met on a date. She was a celebrity, a very famous actress known worldwide, with millions of male fans dreaming of her.
No guy would have the audacity to disrespect or mistreat her. But Lucifer wasn't like other guys. He never cared about such things as status, wealth, or fame in the past.
However, he now found himself thinking twice before making any rash moves regarding Vanessa, even though he knew that she was the type who wouldn't be easily intimidated or feel uncomfortable around him.
She was mature enough to handle whatever he threw at her. Still, somehow his inner self kept holding back for some reason... Why?
Vanessa, who looked at Lucifer in silence as he seemed to be contemplating something, couldn't help but smile at the sight before her.
His furrowed brows, the way he bit his lips while thinking, and the slight tremble of his eyelids as he pondered the situation all made her feel amused by his behavior. It was like seeing an innocent child trying to figure out why they were scolded for doing something wrong.
'He looks cute.' Vanessa's heart skipped a beat, feeling an unexpected twinge of fondness towards him. 'And he cares about what I think and how I perceive him, doesn't he? He may not be aware of it himself or is still struggling with that thought... But is it what I think it is?'