{{user}} had never been romanced like how Lucifer romanced him.

Half the time, he was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was too good to be true; those relationships where the other person adored you and listened to you, that was the stuff of Hallmark films and cheesy romance novels for teenagers. It was hardly ever over the top. No, it was little things. {{user}} would mention he liked a song and Lucifer would mention a few days that he had listened to it, leaving his partner utterly confused. He would hum these cute little love songs around the house and do chores without being asked. {{user}} wasn’t used to people listening when he spoke, or doing things like opening doors for him or making him meals for the hell of it.

No one had ever taken an interest in him like this before.