❝ I messed up, big time. ❞ You blame yourself.
Just as you're about to close your eyes and give in, you suddenly felt a presence of a person near you.
❝ Tsk, you poor thing. ❞
A man's voice snaps you back to reality.
❝ Looks like someone managed to...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ: The Stall
After what felt like an eternity dodging the infuriating Lucifer, you finally managed to snag what you needed.
With a sense of triumph swelling inside you, you made a snap decision to escape his presence-there was no telling how quickly things could spiral out of control if you stayed any longer.
"So... what's next?" he asked, his gaze lingering on the bags you were carrying. You ignored him, pushing past with a muttered, "I'm going back to the hotel, obviously."
He shrugged, a careless grin spreading across his face. "Alright," he said.
"Why were you here in the first place?" you asked rolling your eyes, turning to face him. "I mean, you didn't have to come just to keep me company, right?"
Lucifer shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "I wanted to. Is that so wrong?"
"It sounds a little... stalker-ish," you admitted, heading towards the exit. "But I guess I can't argue with your dedication."
"I'll take you there" Lucifer said, his hand casually resting on the small of your back.
You tensed,"What? No, I can go by myself," you replied, trying to ignore the warmth of his touch.
"I can't just stand here and see you walk off alone." Lucifer said, his eyes locking onto yours. A shiver ran down your spine, not from the chill in the air, but from the intensity of his gaze. He was too close, his presence was a suffocating weight.
"You've already done too much. Let me handle myself this time, Lucifer" you retorted, your voice tight.
"It's dangerous," he continued, his smile faltering slightly. "And besides, the hotel's not that far from here."
"Not far? You're joking, right?" you said, your voice laced with sarcasm.
"Also, if you really want to take me back," you continued, your voice dropping to a near whisper, "You have your wings. Just fly me back."
"I don't want to," he said, his expression hardening. You couldn't believe he was actually suggesting to walk.
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head in exasperation. "You know what? I'll just call Husk to pick me up," you muttered, pulling out your phone.
But before you could press the call button, Lucifer leaned in, his fingers brushing against yours as he deftly snatched the phone from your grip. A spark ignited between you at the brief contact, sending an unexpected shiver down your spine.
"What are you doing?!" you yelped, your voice rising in alarm.
Lucifer's lips tightened, "You added new contacts?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.
"You never told me it wasn't allowed," you replied, your voice tinged with defiance.
Then, his expression softened, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he handed the phone back to you, "Makes sense." He replied, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment longer than necessary.
You stared at him, unsure if you should believe him. His words were calm, but the intensity in his eyes, the way his fingers lingered on your hand for a moment longer than needed, it all spoke of a simmering tension that he was trying to suppress.
It took you a while before taking the phone back, "Fine." you sighed, relenting. "You can walk me back, but no funny business."
