Sunday lounged on the plush bed in her hotel room, her legs kicking back and forth as she scrolled through her phone, a dreamy smile plastered on her face. She, Demitra, Eliana, and Noah had just wrapped up a full day of filming content around Tokyo, and while her sisters were still riding the high of their adventures, Sunday's thoughts were consumed by one thing-or rather, one person.

"My husband is such a gorgeous man," she sighed, holding her phone up as if she were admiring a masterpiece. She had just received a photo from Lucifer, and the sight of him had her blushing like a teenager with a crush.

In the picture, he wore a fitted white Under Armour shirt that clung to his muscular frame, showing off every contour of his broad chest and shoulders. His locs were tied back neatly, and those glasses he'd started wearing more often since she left? Let's just say they were a game-changer. They gave him a scholarly, refined look that somehow made him even more irresistible.

Eliana, sprawled on the bed next to Sunday, peeked over her shoulder at the picture. "Oh my God, why does he look like he's about to be cast in some superhero movie?"

"Because he's built like one," Sunday said with a satisfied grin.

Demitra, sitting cross-legged on the floor with her laptop, glanced up and smirked. "I mean, she's not wrong. Your man looks like he eats protein powder for breakfast."

Noah, who had been sitting on the couch with a bag of chips, couldn't resist chiming in. "He gets it from me." He leaned back, throwing on a ridiculous light-skinned rizz face as he flexed his biceps.

The room erupted into laughter. Sunday clutched her stomach, nearly dropping her phone. "Noah-"

"No, seriously, I'm telling him you said that," Demitra teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knew Noah had a healthy dose of respect-and maybe a bit of fear-for Lucifer.

Noah's confident facade immediately cracked. "Okay, chill. You don't have to snitch on me like that."

Sunday tuned out the rest of their banter, her fingers already moving to FaceTime Lucifer. The call rang only once before he picked up, his face filling the screen.

"Hey, princess," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. He was lounging on the couch at home, the glow of the TV casting soft shadows on his face.

"Hey, baby," Sunday cooed, her smile widening. "You look good."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, adjusting his glasses. "You already told me that when I sent you the pic."

"And I'm telling you again," she said, resting her chin on her hand. "I miss you."

"I miss you too," he admitted, his tone softer now. "Y'all havin' fun out there?"

Sunday nodded, flipping the camera to show her sisters and Noah. "Yeah, we've been running around all day filming, but now we're just chillin'."

"Yo, Z!" Noah called out, waving dramatically at the screen. "Just so you know, I taught Sunday everything she knows about pickin' a good man."

Lucifer smirked, his gaze flicking back to Sunday. "That right?"

"Noah's lying," Sunday said quickly, flipping the camera back to herself. "He's just trying to take credit for your perfection."

Lucifer chuckled, the sound low and warm. "I don't know about all that, but I appreciate the compliment."

As the conversation flowed, Sunday propped her phone against a pillow so she could lie on her stomach and talk hands-free. She noticed the way Lucifer's gaze softened whenever she laughed or smiled, and it made her heart swell.

"You really been wearin' them glasses a lot, huh?" she teased, resting her cheek on her hand.

Lucifer adjusted them slightly, leaning closer to the camera. "Yeah, they help, and I know you like 'em, so..."

"I do," Sunday admitted, her cheeks flushing. "You look like a hot professor or somethin'."

"Hot professor?" he repeated, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "You got fantasies I need to know about?"

Sunday rolled her eyes, though her blush deepened. "Shut up."

"I'm just sayin'," he teased, his voice dropping an octave. "You wanna role-play or somethin' when you get back?"

"Lucifer Zion Kensington!" she scolded, though she couldn't stop herself from laughing.

As the night wore on, Sunday's sisters and Noah eventually retreated to their rooms, leaving her alone to talk to Lucifer in peace. They talked about everything and nothing-her favorite parts of the trip so far, his plans for the weekend, and the random memes she'd sent him earlier in the day.

At one point, Sunday propped her chin on her hands and just stared at him, a dreamy expression on her face.

"What?" Lucifer asked, noticing her gaze.

"I just love you," she said simply, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lucifer's features softened, and for a moment, he looked like he didn't know what to say. Then he smiled, his dimples appearing. "I love you too, princess."

Her heart fluttered, and she bit her lip to keep from grinning too hard. "You better."

They talked until Sunday's eyelids grew heavy, and even then, she didn't want to hang up.

"Go to sleep, baby," Lucifer said gently, noticing her fighting to keep her eyes open.

"I don't wanna," she mumbled, her voice thick with exhaustion. "I wanna keep talking to you."

"You can talk to me all you want tomorrow," he promised. "But right now, you need rest. Can't have my girl runnin' on empty."

Sunday pouted but eventually relented, her head sinking into the pillow. "Fine. But not 'cause you told me to."

Lucifer chuckled, his voice a soothing rumble. "Goodnight, princess. I love you."

"Goodnight, Z," she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut. "I love you too."

As the call ended, Sunday drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face, already counting down the days until she could see him again.