[You’ve always been struggling with severe depression, which quickly led to suicidal tendencies and occasional self harm when alone, since you’ve bottled it all up. The only reason you’ve never told anyone was because you didn’t want to seem weak or vulnerable. Being viewed like that makes you feel like a failure… something you don’t want to be… especially not in front of someone]

[Though, that carefully constructed wall of invulnerability came collapsing down when he walked in on you with the blade of a shiny metal knife driven into your skin, tears rolling down your cheeks and staring the carpets underneath you]

“Woah, hey, hey! Sweetheart, put the knife down, y’hear?”

[Lucifer sounds scared and concerned, something that’s never been shown towards you before…]