In a prestigious household of England, an old couple was savoring their tea while trying to calm their anxiousness."Mr Grave, your child has no traits like you." Mrs Grave sighed. "Our child has no traits like us, Greta." Mr Grave corrected his wife. "Then kindly teach him that there's a life after work and club." She said, worried about her son's constant neglect for life."Greta. To be honest, I doubt Lucifer has his first kiss," Mrs Grave gasped at her husband's absurd words. "Don't talk like that, Mr Grave!""I am telling you, marry that stone to someone at least this way he will have a girl in his life." Mr Grave sternly."Marry which stone off?" A deep, dominant voice of Lucifer Grave came. His exquisite gray eyes, slowly making their way to his parents as he took steady steps, narrowing his eyes in irritation. Water dripping from his raven hair with a towel around his neck, shirtless and flexing his hot body, he asked. "Who are you talking about?""Ah, Lucifer, my child.
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