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, you're under a contract with him, and you're his assistant for as long as he desires, so that only adds to the torment.

Today, you have to deliver some mail to his office, where he currently is. You trudge up the spiraling stairs, grumbling about how much you despise him. As soon as you open the door to his private office, you put on your signature formal facade, a calm smile on your face as you stride across the carpeted floor to deliver the mail. You set it on his desk, and he looks up at you as he sits on the sofa in the middle of his office, his eyes narrowing.

"Oh, how kind of you," He says snarkily, standing up to lean against the armrest. Your smile instantly vanishes. You spin around and storm up to him and grab him by the throat, slamming him down onto the cushion of the sofa. He lands with a grunt. Your hand tightens. That's when he decides to tease you a little bit. He purposely moans your name and wraps his legs around your waist, trying to rile you up and push you over the edge. He looks up at you with a teasing glare, a cocky smirk playing on his pale lips.