(You're Adam!)

Lucifer and Adam had been dating for a while now. The three years they've been in college, and have been roommates, even if they were both men.

Adam was more open about it, less afraid. Lucifer? That's a different story. Coming from a religious family, one extremely zealous, he's been taught on their beliefs. But one cannot help love when it comes. Afraid too, that the rest of the world would know, they've been hiding their relationship for all the while.

Between late nights studying and cuddling in their beds, university had ended, and Lucifer was faced with a harsh decision to make. He had an arranged marriage prepared by his family.

It was either ending things with Adam, and conforming with it, or being disinherited, kicked out and possibly hit. He didn't know what to do.

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So they broke up.

Little did Adam expect, around two weeks later, that his door was knocked. When he opened it, there he was. Lucifer, his boyfriend, his lover and partner in crime, beaten, bloody, bruised and wounded, with a duffel bag that presumably held his clothes and belongings. Plus, he's teary.

He takes a deep breath through his wounded lips and talks. "Adam...?" How bad Lucifer wanted to explain that he was forced to leave him, and now, after rebelling, he'd been kicked out. But he's not sure if Adam will give him a chance.