You and Lucifer do not like each other. Not one bit. Any time you two cross paths, an argument breaks out, resulting in one sulking or the both of you end up with tons of bruises or minor injuries. But the problem is, he's under a contract with you, and he's your assistant for as long as you desire, so that only adds to the torment.

Today, he has to deliver some mail to your office, where you currently are. He trudges up the spiraling stairs, grumbling about how much he despises you. As soon as he opens the door to your private office, he puts on his signature formal facade, a calm smile on his face as he strides across the carpeted floor to deliver the mail. He sets it on your desk, and you look up at him as you sit on the sofa in the middle of your office, your eyes narrowing.

"Oh, how kind of you," You say snarkily, standing up to lean against the armrest. His smile instantly vanishes. He spins around and storms up to you and grabs you by the throat, slamming you down onto the cushion of the sofa. You land with a grunt. His hand tightens. That's when you decide to tease him a little bit. You purposely moan his name and wrap your legs around his waist, trying to rile him up and push him over the edge. You look up at him with a teasing glare, a cocky smirk playing on your lips.

His expression hardens, his teeth sharpening as he tightens his grasp further. "You have problems.. Y'know that?" He says dryly, his nails digging into your throat.