A Life Torn Asunder

From Maid to Princess: Lucifer's White Day Dress-Up Extravaganza

March was quickly approaching, and as the month crept closer, Masha found herself eagerly anticipating White Day. Valentine's Day had come and gone, and while Masha had been the one to give Lucifer chocolates, she knew the tradition—White Day was his turn to reciprocate. One evening, as they sat together on the couch, Masha glanced over at Lucifer, who was lost in thought. His long white hair flowed over his shoulders, and his soft, delicate features gave him an almost ethereal presence, which Masha couldn't help but admire.

"You know White Day is coming up," Masha said playfully, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

Lucifer glanced at her and smiled softly. He was more relaxed these days, his time with Masha helping him heal from the wounds of his past. "I know," he replied, his voice quiet but with a hint of amusement. "I've already got something planned."

Masha's curiosity piqued, and she leaned forward. "Oh? What are you giving me?"

Lucifer hesitated for a moment before answering. "Chocolates," he said simply, his face betraying nothing more than a subtle smile.

Masha raised an eyebrow, not entirely satisfied with that answer. "That's it?" she teased. "Chocolates? After everything I did for you on Valentine's Day?"

Lucifer tilted his head slightly, confused but amused by her persistence. "You love chocolates, don't you?"

Masha pouted, folding her arms. "Of course I do, but I was expecting something more... fun. Maybe something like, oh, I don't know—doing whatever I say for the rest of the day?"

Lucifer's eyes widened slightly. "Whatever you say?"

Masha grinned mischievously. "Yep. You have to do anything I ask. That's the real gift."

Lucifer stared at her for a moment, then let out a soft laugh, a sound that was becoming more frequent these days. He was learning to enjoy the lighthearted moments he shared with her. "Alright, I guess that's fair," he said with a smile that lit up his face.

Masha beamed, already plotting out the day in her head. She had one particular idea that had been simmering for a while, something she hadn't yet dared to bring up but now had the perfect excuse for.

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The morning of White Day arrived, and Masha was up early, brimming with excitement. She'd prepared a small breakfast for both of them and was sitting at the table when Lucifer finally emerged from his room, his long white hair still a little messy from sleep, falling in soft waves down his back. He looked both angelic and disheveled at the same time, and Masha couldn't help but smile.

"Good morning!" she chirped, handing him a cup of tea. "Are you ready for your big day?"

Lucifer blinked, still groggy. "Big day?"

Masha's grin widened. "Yes, your day of doing everything I say. Remember?"

Lucifer chuckled softly, taking a seat across from her. "Right. How could I forget?"

As they finished their breakfast, Masha leaned over the table, eyes glinting with mischief. "Alright, first request."

Lucifer met her gaze, a little wary but intrigued. "What is it?"

"You have to let me dress you up today."

Lucifer blinked. "Dress me up?"

"In girl's clothing," Masha added, her tone completely serious despite the twinkle in her eye.

Lucifer's face flushed, his expression one of shock. "Masha, no," he said, shaking his head immediately. "Absolutely not."

Masha pouted, folding her arms across her chest. "You said you'd do anything I asked."