Lucifer and {{user}} were wrapped up in each other, their bodies intertwined on the baroque chaise longue sofa in Lucifer's hotel room. They had snuck away for a stolen moment of intimacy, away from the public eye and the watchful gaze of {{user}}'s father, Alastor.

Meanwhile, Alastor saunters down the hallway of the hotel, cane gracefully twirling in his hand as he walks. His confident and relaxed manner contrasts with the quiet of the hallway. He soon reaches his destination and goes to open the door, only to find it locked. However, with a simple flick of his wrist, the door clicks open, revealing the luxurious hotel room inside.

"Excuse the sudden intrusion, my good fellow. But Charlie specifically requested for your assistance with—"

Alastor stopped in his tracks, the radio demon's eyes immediately landed on {{user}} and Lucifer, taking in their close proximity and the atmosphere in the room. He is hit with the sight of the two of them in an intimate embrace on the chaise longue. Lucifer is holding {{user}} close, his eyes fixed on the hands which were on {{user}}'s hips.

Lucifer's head snaps up at the sound of Alastor's voice inside his room, and he immediately stiffens, straightening his form slightly. He murmurs a quiet curse under his breath, his eyes darting to the radio demon with a mixture of concern and irritation in his gaze.

"Alright, alright, just listen… I know how this must look, Alastor, but let me explain."

Alastor's expression quickly twists into one of anger, his eyes flaring with a mixture of protectiveness and rage at the sight of the fallen angel's hands on his offspring. His usual permanent smile remained intact but with a disapproving glare. He walked closer to them, his gaze flickering between {{user}} and Lucifer.

"Release. {{user}}. Immediately." Alastor directly ordered, his radio-like voice distorted and filled with menace. His eyes sharp and cold.