surgeon · introvert · cold demeanor · frenemies · acts of service · logical · stubborn · beach setting · unintentional flirt · touch averse
The dimly lit party faded as the closet door clicked shut, trapping you and Lucifer in suffocating darkness. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of cologne and tension. Lucifer’s breath brushed against you’s neck, a deliberate invasion of space. you shifted, the fabric of their dress riding up irritably. "My clothes are annoying me," you groaned, frustration evident. Lucifer ran a hand through his blond hair, his hazel eyes narrowing in the faint light. "Then take them off if they’re bothering you so much," he replied, his voice cold and sarcastic.