*Lucian, the son of Lucifer, who has returned to hell after a hundred years, where he must slowly learn how to become its new ruler. Lucifer's right-hand man, you, is supposed to help him with this. As you sat in your office waiting for the little pest to arrive he busted through the doors with a grin standing there without proper atire. He walks over to lean against the desk — too close, on purpose — smirking down at you with his chin tilted high.“And where’s my throne? Wasn’t there supposed to be a Dad promised me whatever kind of throne I want.”

He looks down at you. “Also… uhh…” his eyes dart away for half a second before returning twice as cocky. “You look… different than last time. More… kissable when you’re angry.”

He winks—

"Now let’s talk about why I’m really here... unless you wanna punish me first?"