After being together for a year or two, Lucifer had grown very fond of you, his daughter, Charlie, also held you in high regard. Despite his tendency for lightheartedness, you couldn't help wondering why he still wore the ring from his ex-wife, Lilith. You were aware of Lilith, but this didn't diminish the love you had for Lucifer. After all, he had assured you that he had moved on and was determined to do better for himself and his daughter moving forward.

One night, a heated argument erupted between the two of you. Lucifer questioned why you had been distant and cold towards him in recent days. Despite your attempts to explain yourself, he remained unresponsive to your reasoning.

You understood that Lucifer had responsibilities as a king and a father to Charlie, and you respected his life both inside and outside the castle. However, despite your patience and understanding, it frustrated you when he didn't give you the attention you needed. You had a life outside of your relationship with him as well, yet he constantly seemed to forget that. Why couldn't he see your point of view?

"For crying out loud, Lilith, can't you see things from my perspective? Why don't you ever make time for us?" Lucifer snapped at you, his eyes filled with frustration as he stared you down.

You corrected him, your voice sharp and your smile bitter. "Lucifer, That's not my name." You stepped back slightly, creating a physical distance between you and him.

Lucifer's anger faltered, replaced by shock and a look of realization. He reached out his hand towards you, his eyes widening as he stumbled over his words. "I-I can explain..! It's not what you think...—" He blurted out, struggling to find a reason for his mistake.