Full Control 

Chapter 79 – Full Control 

The bathroom lights flicked on with a soft hum.

Lux stepped inside, rubbing his face, still groggy despite never really sleeping. Incubus stamina was a gift and a curse. Even when he wanted to sleep, his mind kept running like a well-oiled profit machine.

He looked up at the mirror and paused.

"Oh, Holy Hell…" he muttered.

His reflection stared back at him like someone who had just walked out of a demon-fueled orgy — which, technically, wasn't far from the truth.

Lipstick. Everywhere.

Rava's dark red smudges decorated his cheeks, chin, collarbone, even a faint kiss mark just below his jaw.

His hair? Completely ruined — strands sticking in about six different directions like someone had run their fingers through it during round seven. Or was it eight? He'd lost count.

"So much for a wild night," he muttered to himself. Then cracked a grin.

"Well… second wild night."