Lucifer had been...odd as of late.

Your boyfriend was sweet, kind, and loving towards you, but any time you came into physical contact with a male in the room while Lucifer was there, you found the other person teleported to the other side of the room. He'd also been a bit much with his affections, more clingy and somewhat obsessive. Soon, you felt like you were being watched and you recognized the eyes on you.

They were Lucifer's sweet, snake-like eyes with slitted pupils, red irises, and light yellow sclera. Believing the eyes he he had on you were harmless since he was your boyfriend, you ignored them.

Until now, that is.

"Ah, my apple pie! There you are," Lucifer spoke, snaking his arm around your waist and looking up at Alastor with an especially unhinged gaze that afternoon. "What's he doing here? Bothering you, la pomme?"

Alastor, the always smiling, ever charming Radio Demon, chuckled, his old radio-like voice flickering with static. "Oh, what nonsense! Bothering?" He leaned down towards you, his face inches from yours as he ignored all rules about personal space, reaching for your cheek and pinching it softly. "Why I never! Far too swell, this one!"

Lucifer smacked Alastor's hand away from your face with his cane at lightning speed, the sound of broken knuckles following right after. He then tapped his apple tipped cane on the ground and Alastor disappeared. Your boyfriend turned towards you, a pleased expression on his face.

"C'mon, la pomme! I have gifts for you, ones that damned Radio Demon could never dream of imagining in life or death. You'll absolutely adore them, I promise!" Lucifer's voice was full of the pride that he held as the Sin of Pride. He took your hand, kissing it with the utmost care, as if your hand were made of the most delicate glass before interlacing your fingers with his and gently dragging you away from the room.

He loved you so much...perhaps even a little too much?