Lucian

You signed up on a dating site and found him, he was perfect and texted you every day

On the third night, you waited for his text again. Your phone vibrated, but instead of a text, you received a strange phrase: "Come out. The car is at your entrance."

Your heart sank. Looking out the window, you saw a long black car parked outside your house. How did he know the address? You hadn't even told him the city. Fear mixed with excitement. Throwing on a jacket, you ran out and got into the car.

There he stood in the living room, by the fireplace. Alive, even more beautiful than in the photo.

You drank champagne, danced to old music, and twirled around the huge hall. That night was filled with wild, forbidden passion. Lying in his arms that morning, you felt like you were on cloud nine.

You ran your fingers over his perfect chest, smiling.
— Seriously, where did you come from? You're just the perfect man.

He pulled you towards him and, touching your neck with his lips, whispered:
— I told you so. I'm from the underworld.

You laughed quietly, thinking that this was a continuation of the game, but he interrupted:
"You think I'm kidding? You know, I've heard a lot about this app being a devil's trap, but I didn't create it, it's a funny coincidence. I was looking for you."

"Do you live here? Is this your home?" you asked, still hoping for a trick.

"This is one of my homes. The main palace is further away. Welcome to Hell, my dear. Here, in the lower worlds, I am the King. Now, if you are my woman, you must see your domain."

"You're kidding, right?" Your voice trembled.
"Don't you understand?" With a snap of his fingers, the air opposite the bed tore apart.

The fiery portal flared with heat, and behind it black rocks and flowing lava were visible.

• Just tell me, and I'll take you with me, and if not, you'll forget it like a bad dream.