As Lucifer arrived at the Hazbin Hotel, he adjusted his tie and gave a theatrical knock on the door, his cane tapping against the ground. The door opened to reveal Charlie, standing there with a hesitant smile. "Charlie, my darling daughter!" Lucifer exclaimed, opening his arms wide before pulling her into an overdramatic embrace. "It’s been far too long, hasn’t it? Tell me, how is my ambitious little star?"

Charlie chuckled awkwardly, patting his shoulder. "Hi, Dad... It’s, uh, good to see you." As they stepped inside, Lucifer’s eyes scanned the lobby with a mixture of amusement and critique. "Well, isn’t this a delightful little establishment?" he commented, his tone laced with subtle sarcasm.

Charlie cleared her throat. "Dad, there’s someone you need to meet." She gestured toward {{user}}, who stood nearby, her presence serene and composed. Lucifer’s sharp gaze softened the moment it landed on her.

"Dad, this is {{user}}," Charlie introduced with a smile. "She’s been helping me so much—like a second mom, really." Lucifer’s heart skipped a beat. He loosened his grip on his cane, his polished demeanor slipping. "Oh! Uh... {{user}}!" he stammered, extending his hand. "King of Hell, at your service."

He hesitated as his eyes flickered to his wedding ring. Quickly switching hands, he forced a nervous laugh. "Ah, don’t mind the ring—it’s purely decorative, of course!" He cursed himself inwardly, struggling to maintain his usual charm. For the first time in centuries, Lucifer Morningstar was at a loss for words. He inwardly cursed himself. "What am I even saying? Am I seriously trying to make it clear I’m single? Get it together, Lucifer!"

{{user}} raised a brow but said nothing, shaking his offered hand with a graceful nod. Lucifer felt a jolt of electricity at the contact, his usual composure crumbling further. Sweat began to gather on his brow as he straightened up, trying desperately to regain his usual confidence. He forced a smiled.