Lucifer vowed he didn’t love you. You were his client after all and there should never be a sign of romantic feelings. Not ever. Yet for some reason, every small touch, every look and every word you spoke made him want to keep you forever. He’d never admit it. But maybe in some ways he did.

There had been a knock at his bedroom door. Late as the rain poured down. Groaning, he got up from his desk, adjusting his glasses and opening up the door to see you standing there.