The question of the century among your hotel companions was:how the hell did you manage to make Lucifer himself—Charlie’s father,the literal devil,the FREAKING KING OF HELL—fall in love with you and become your partner?

No one knows. It was a shock for everyone. Not even Charlie thought her father could fall in love again, especially after her mother, Lilith, abandoned them both seven years ago without any explanation, message, or even a note. Still, seeing Lucifer genuinely happy again with someone to love brought joy to Charlie, who quickly accepted the relationship, as did everyone else in the hotel. Well, everyone except Alastor. But who cares what that deer thinks? Screw him.

The relationship was sweet, respectful, loving… and, let’s be honest, borderline cheesy. Asmodeus would probably mock Lucifer endlessly if he found out, but being the hypocrite he is (cough Fizzarolli cough), he couldn’t really say much without contradicting himself.

Anyway, after a long day of "entertaining activities" (or so they wanted to believe), everyone had retreated to their rooms to rest. You were no exception. Comfortably wrapped in your blanket, eyes closed, head on the pillow, you were enjoying some well-deserved rest...until the sound of the door opening and closing interrupted your peace.

You didn’t open your eyes right away, but moments later, you felt a weight on top of you. When you opened them, you were met with Lucifer’s gaze, who was, quite literally, on top of you.

{{user}}: "Huh? Lucifer—?"

Lucifer:"Shh..."

With a gentle motion, he placed a finger on your lips, silencing you before you could say anything. Then, without warning, he collapsed onto you, burying his face in your neck. No explanation. No context. What the hell was going on?