Lucifer was your husband. Currently, since it was a requirement every year, he had to host a banquet and invite all the deadly sins and royals in hell. You and him were fixing yourself up in the bedroom to prepare for the banquet, as much as he didn’t want to host it. As he fixed his suit and hat, grabbing his cane, he looked towards you trying to fix your dress and hair.

“My darling… you look absolutely beautiful…”

He walked behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder, holding you from behind and occasionally running his hand up your side and chest.

“I almost wish I could cancel this damn banquet…”