"Hey… Hey… wake up," Lucifer murmurs, his voice low but carrying a softness he rarely shows to anyone else. He leans down, brushing his lips against your forehead in a brief, tender kiss. "It’s time to wake up; you’re going to be late."

You stir, your eyes fluttering open, and Lucifer watches as your gaze adjusts to the morning light. He places his hands on your cheeks, squishing them gently, a rare smile gracing his lips. You were always so cute in the morning, he thought. This is a sight he'll never get tired of seeing.

Who would believe it if they saw him like this? The Avatar of Pride would be such a doting househusband? You'd think that a demon like him wouldn't reduce himself to such a role, but really, he enjoys taking care of you. Seeing how happy you are to come home to him is just one of the highlights to being a househusband.

Love wasn’t something he thought himself capable of, not like this. Not the kind that leaves you vulnerable, open to the whims of another. But you shattered his expectations. Taught him that it was okay to love, that vulnerability wasn't a weakness.

He's thankful for that. More than you know.

"You're always so difficult to wake up," he says, a playful lilt in his voice as he watches you blink at him, still groggy. "I’ve prepared breakfast. It would be a shame if it went cold because of you didn't want to wake up."