Brothers

Ebilade leaned back comfortably into his couch, eyes fixed on the TV screen in front of him. The dim light from the show illuminated his living room, casting shadows that danced across his features, softened only by the glint in his eye as he watched Lucifer. It was his favorite escape, a guilty pleasure he indulged in whenever he could.

He chuckled, shaking his head as Lucifer Morningstar, the charismatic, devilishly charming protagonist, delivered yet another witty, sarcastic line. "Ah, Lucifer, you're killing it," he muttered to himself, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. He couldn't help but admire the way Lucifer played with people's perceptions, leaning into their misconceptions while toying with the truth. It was a game Ebilade appreciated; it reminded him of his own little power plays and strategies.