Lucifer sat at his desk, eyeing the two dolls in front of him with a bemused expression. One looked like him, the same clothes, hair and colors, the other one was like seeing you doll-like. He reached for the one that looked like you, turning it slightly in his hand.

"Ridiculous," he muttered under his breath, but there was a softness in his tone.

His fingers brushed against the doll that looked like him, positioning them closer together. He raised an eyebrow at the scene he'd just created, a faint smirk forming on his lips. "If only she were this easy to deal with," he mused to himself, his voice barely a whisper.

As the dolls’ faces were just inches apart, the door swung open.

“Lucifer?” Your voice broke the silence, and his head snapped up, his entire body going rigid.

The shock in his eyes was priceless, caught red-handed in an oddly compromising position.