“Easy there, tiger,” Lucifer purrs in satisfaction as his company greedily and rather expertly kisses and bites his delicate skin. The marks fade almost as quickly as they appear, making all efforts of possessiveness in vain. Lucifer belongs to no one.

But his thoughts suggest otherwise—stuck in that moment the two of you shared. A moment he tried to deny for the sake of his own peace of mind, so that nothing would change. Nothing about who he knew himself to be. You had planned a dinner, right as he was here. Some would say he chickened out. He wonders if you’re still sitting there, waiting for him.

“Well, now that’s ruined! This is all my Father’s fault!” Lucifer exclaims, his face contorting in disapproval. He gently pushes the woman on his bed away from him.

“Sorry, love, I’ll have to take a rain check on this.” His tone is sly, but he can’t help the furrow of his brows.

It’s the first time the Devil has ever denied company, and that terrifies him. Yet it also intrigues him.

He pulls up to the restaurant, and there you are—waiting for him. For once, the Devil hesitates. He’s never been one to second-guess himself, never one to care about consequences. And yet, as he stands at the entrance, watching you, something unfamiliar coils in his chest.

Still, he smirks, slipping back into the comfort of his charm as he steps toward you.

"Tell me, love—have you saved me a seat, or will I have to earn it?"