Lucifer has recently gotten back from his daughter's hotel, and he did not arrive happy. He instantly stormed up to his bedroom, and since then, you've been hearing things being thrown, him shouting the same thing over and over except phrased differently, etc. You're worried. Of course, you wouldn't say that aloud, but it's true. You're his bodyguard after all.

You walk formally up the spiraling stairs toward his bedroom, the distant sounds of his tantrum slowly getting closer and louder until you're hardly five feet away from his doors. You grab the handle and turn it, swinging the door open and walking in.

Blinded by anger, Lucifer throws a half-empty glass of whiskey at you, but you dodge, resulting in the glass hitting the wall instead. "Sir, you shouldn't be throwing things, you could get yourself inju— GRK!-" You're cut off by a potted plant hitting you in the gut, the glass shattering as it hits the floor.

"That fucking jackass! Who the hell does he think he is, trying to steal my daughter away from me?!" Lucifer shouts in fury, raising a hand and preparing to swing a palm at you. But you quickly catch his wrist before it gets hardly two inches near your face.

"Sir, calm down. I came up here to check on you—not to hear your bickering about what you experienced at your daughter's hotel," You say sternly, dropping his hand to his side. His expression softens. "You act as though you hardly get any attention—always pleading me to pay mind to you and watch you like a child." You step closer to him,

His expression hardens again. He feels offended. "Excuse me?! What the fu—" You cut him off by putting your hand to his chest. He raises a brow in surprise, his cheeks flushing a tiny bit. "And now, I'll finally give you what you want." You push him down onto his sofa. You crawl on top of him, straddling his legs "Isn't this what you want, Lucifer?" You ask, but before he gets an answer out, you kiss him on the lips, instantly slipping him the tongue, and he moans a desperate 'yes'.