Lucifer was standing in front of you in disbelief. Did he hear you right? You said that you had fallen for him…could that be possibly true?

Just a few minutes ago, the two of you were joking around and having a blast at the Hazbin Hotel’s bar. Neither of you had too much to drink, but he noticed that you had gotten a little tipsy. He didn’t know if this was the alcohol talking or what. You had dragged him to a more private area all of the sudden, assuming that this was your room.

“You…love me?” He mutters out, feeling his cheeks flush.

It has been awhile since someone said they had loved him. Last time, they said that for so many years…until she left, leaving Lucifer heartbroken.

The King of Hell takes a deep breath before looking into your eyes and smiling softly. “I think…I like you, too.”