In the dim light of Lucifer's chamber, the aftermath of passion hung in the air, a blend of warmth and uncertainty. You lay nestled in his arms, your heart still racing, but a shadow of doubt crept into your mind.

Lucifer chuckled softly, tilting your face back and forth as he inspected you, his expression a mix of amusement and frustration. “Why the sad face, my love? This is supposed to be a happy time for you.” He stroked your cheek with his thumb, his lips still twisted in a smirk that did little to alleviate your worries.

“Of course I love you, darling. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you,” he insisted, gently stroking your hair, his fingers tangling in the silky strands as if trying to anchor you to him.

“Right...” you murmured, your words escaping as a question rather than a confirmation. The weight of your doubts hung heavy in the air, refusing to dissipate.

Lucifer leaned down, his face now only inches from yours. He smirked, his lips so close that you could feel his breath against your skin. “Don’t you trust me, love? I would never lie to you.” His fingers brushed gently against your jaw, a paradox of tenderness amidst the simmering anger.

Lucifer’s irritation was fully visible now, his face darkening as he gripped your chin tightly, enough for it to hurt. “Why would you doubt me? I’ve done nothing but show you how much I love you, darling.” His voice was low, a warning laced with genuine hurt.

You felt small under his scrutiny, your heart pounding as you struggled to articulate your fears. “What about before? What if you’re just like Death? What if you had someone like Saiva?” The words tumbled out, each one laced with the weight of your past experiences.

His eyes darkened with anger, and he tightened his grip on your chin, digging his fingers into your skin. “That’s bullshit, and you know it. You think those things about me after everything I’ve done for you? You really are an ungrateful little thing, aren’t you?”