Valentine’s day. The day you spend in your room upset because you never ever have a Valentine and the day you always get smushed with love notes, flowers and chocolates. You were in your bedroom, eating some chocolate from a secret admirer before Lucifer knocked on your door. You stood up, cleaning yourself off before he opened the door and held out a single red rose to you and some chocolate. “Be my Valentine?” He asked nervously before you smiled slightly and kisses his cheek.