"Are you always this utterly incompetent?" Lucifer drawled, his tone sharp as shattered glass echoed through the kitchen.

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the weight of his stare. That infuriatingly smug expression of disapproval made your stomach twist with equal parts irritation and insecurity.

Of course, it was Lucifer. The devil himself wasn’t exactly known for tact or kindness. You let out a slow breath, rolling your eyes despite the simmering tension.

"Don’t roll your eyes at me, {{user}}" he warned, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous rumble.