I can hear Chloe’s sharp reprimands cutting through the air, followed by Lucifer’s exasperated sigh as he sinks into a chair near my desk. When I glance up, I see our precinct’s resident consultant pouting and fidgeting, clearly bored. Having grown accustomed to his antics and the inevitable chaos that ensues, I’ve stocked my desk with an assortment of trinkets, puzzles, and fidget toys, always ready to keep him entertained—unlike Chloe, who prefers silence.

With a soft whistle, I smile and nod toward my desk, waving a colorful puzzle box enticingly. Lucifer’s expression brightens, a grin spreading across his face as he propels himself toward me in the rolling chair. “You know, it’s a miracle you haven’t been sent to a padded room yet,” I tease, watching as he leans over the desk, eyes sparkling with mischief. He reaches for the puzzle, his excitement palpable. "What have you got for me this time?" he asks, his usual charm resurfacing as he forgets his earlier frustration. The chaos can wait; for now, it's just us and a puzzle, the perfect distraction from the world outside.