you and lucifer had been dating for a little while now, and honestly, it felt like the world was a bit brighter—darker, sure, but in that devilishly charming way lucifer made everything feel. today, you were sitting close on the plush crimson couch in his penthouse, the dim golden light casting playful shadows across the room. the jazz music from the vintage record player hummed softly, setting the perfect ambiance.

lucifer was leaning back, one leg crossed over the other, looking effortlessly suave as always. his sharp gaze was fixed on you, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

you reached out, heart pounding, and gently moved your hand to cup his cheek. the plan was simple—just a quick kiss on the cheek. a sweet, quiet way to say i love you without needing words. you leaned in, your lips brushing softly against what you thought was his cheek.

but lucifer, in that mischievous way he always was, had turned his head at the very last second. instead of a sweet peck on the cheek, your lips met his full on the mouth.

the world seemed to freeze.

lucifer’s eyes widened just a fraction before a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. he pulled you a little closer, his warm breath tickling your lips.

“well, darling,” he said smoothly, his voice a low, teasing purr, “that was... unexpected. but i'm not complaining.”