The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the sigil on Lucifer's chest, casting a soft, crimson hue across the stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of ancient wood and the heat of their bodies, a pulse of raw energy that seemed to hum in sync with the castle itself. Ella's breath hitched as Lucifer carried her, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her bare skin pressed against his. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in their own world, where the chaos of the Vampire Realm couldn't touch them.