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"would you look at that, huh? something came up at work." vox mumbled as he dodged your leaning figure.

it was like this every single time you try to show even just a bit of affection, and tonight was unlike any other night.

you watched him get up, change onto his suit, and leave the room without even kissing you goodbye — or to the very least, saying it.

that was your last straw.

for weeks, you have been trying to get vox's attention — begging for the bare minimum at the very least, but no, he kept on bailing you out.

he kept making excuse about how 'he has so much respect for you that he couldn't afford to do such thing' or 'something came up at work.'

you groaned as you dialed your phone to call valentino. you had to tell someone about this as it's been killing you internally.

"let me guess, he bailed on you again?" valentino's voice came through your phone, he sounds amused already.

you scoffed, standing up from your bed as you started pacing the room.

"for the nth time," you groaned mid-sentence, feeling frustrated about vox. "fuck-I can't even remember when was the last time he even looked at me without acting like I'm some kind of curse picture."

val chuckled at your complaining, "So what now, baby? You gonna keep begging, or finally do something about it?”

"I don't know, val. I've been doing every single thing to get his attention and nothing seems to work on him."

you stopped pacing as you approached the edge of the bed, sitting on it.

"he's acting as if I'm the least sought after girl here in hell, and it just sucks."

"because he's a complete idiot, querida—like, actually brainless at this point." Val scoffed through the phone.

"I swear if I see him, I'm saying something. Where is he, anyway?"

you heard soft ding on val's end, but didn't mind it at first.

"some emergency at work." you told him

"emergency at work?" he repeated, dragging the words out with a hint of questioning in his tone.

"yeah, that's what he said."

"huh.."

"what?" you raised your brow, confused at his reaction.

you heard an amused scoff on his end.

"no way."

"valentino." your patience was almost running out because of the suspense.

"querida..." he started, an amused tone still evident on his voice. "you are not gonna like this."

"just fucking spill it out, val!" you quietly shouted, feeling your stomach drop as you brace yourself with what he's going to say.

"I just got a message from your very hardworking and very busy boyfriend."

your grip on your phone tightened. you hummed, indicating that you want him to continue.

"he said he wants to meet me... at the bar."

"you're shitting on me, val."

"I wish I was." you can hear the amusement in val's voice as he continued "timestamp's fresh too, a real urgent business huh?"

you hung up the call. you lost it. you angrily stormed off the room—you already know which bar val was talking about.

when you entered, you saw him at the corner, chilling like he didn't have a single care in the world.

it's as if he didn't leave someone all by themselves, questioning their worth—wondering if he even wanted them anymore.

your chest tightened. this was your emergency, huh?

vox didn't notice you there at the bar until you were standing directly over him.

"having fun?"

he froze when he heard your voice. he stared as he stood up to face your figure.

“Y/N–baby, I told you I had work. of course that wasn’t a lie. things are… complicated right now.”

"at the bar?" you eyed the glass he was holding. he chuckled, placing it down.

“multitasking, my love. even overlords need to decompress. you're reading too much of this. snap out of it"

he tried to reach for your hand, but you refused to touch him. how ironic.

"oh cut the bullshit, vox." you started. the sheer venom in. your tone made him flinch.

"i've spent weeks begging for at least a crumb of your time, but you would just dismiss it every single fucking time—and I tried to understand you, but I've had it."

you took a slow breath, looking at him up and down, feeling disgusted. you were now questioning why did you even waste your time on such man.

vox looked at the surroundings before pulling you somewhere quiet.

"it's not like that," what was once his confident posture broke down as he begged for your forgiveness.

"baby, I just needed some time to breath. you're always there, and if it hurt you then I wanna say so-"

"what, say sorry?" you interrupted him. "if you felt fucking bad, you wouldn't have kept doing it."

"you're the media overlord, and for some reasons you can't even communicate your own feelings to me?"

there was silence. but then, vox stood straight then looked at you with his brows frowning.

"do you have any idea how much willpower it took for me to walk away every night? to keep my hands off you so i didn't lose my focus? it took me every single strength off of me so I had to prioritize my work over you-"

"It didn't take shit!" you cut him off. "do you even hear yourself? you're blaming your lack of control on me like I'm the one responsible for your attitude."

you were heartbroken. he couldn't even tell you what was the reason he was doing it. he was just putting the blame on you, it was tiring.

he realized what he had said to you, his gaze softened.

"I was trying to protect-"

"yourself." you cutted him off "you're not protecting me, you're protecting yourself."

"it's just tiring that I would pour everything to someone who's not even willing to do the same thing." your voice broke, it was frustrating. but you stood strong.

"so no—you don't get to come crawling back now that I'm done with this."

you walked away from him, your back facing him as you hid the tears running down your face as you tried to stay strong.

you didn't hear footsteps behind you. no signs of chasing you. and even at that moment, he chose to stand still.

on the other room at the hotel, you were finishing up your hairdo while grinning like an idiot. you had planned a date for the both of you, and you were excited as ever. this was going to be the first time you're ever gonna go out with lucifer after all. 

the moment you set foot at the hotel, you can't help but to keep your eyes on lucifer — sure, he was a little bit small than you expected, but it didn't matter. there was something so endearing about him. despite that confident facade he's been showing, his eyes says otherwise. he was like a magnet, pulling you in. 

but the more you get closer to the magnet, you felt as if it was repelling you.

you see, it has been weeks since you tried getting close to him, trying to get to have a conversation with him. but for some reasons, the moment you thought that it was going very well, and you two were already having fun, he would end it there and flee away.

he was holding himself back.

but lucky him, you were persistent. 

you know what you want, and you know what you need. you have your goals set, and if you love someone; oh, you love hard. 

on the other hand, lucifer, he was frightened. he was none of the things that you were. hell, he doesn't even know what to do with his life after what happened with lilith. he felt as if no one could ever stay in his life because of him. he blamed himself every. single. time.

but the moment he met you, he couldn't help but feel giddy inside—it's as if he was a teenager falling in love for the first time. it was silly. 

whenever you approach him through the halls, at the bar, and pretty much around the hotel, he freezes up. he feels awkward, and nervous. but he likes being nervous around you. every conversation you had feels like a dream, he wished that it won't end.

but his inner saboteur gets the best of him. 

and there, he would leave.

he didn't like feeling this way, but he couldn't help it.

it was the fear taking over him, he was afraid that you would leave the moment you knew him. 

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lucifer was now in front of your door. he was about to knock when suddenly, the knob turned, revealing your figure in front of him. he was stunned, butterflies flying around his stomach as he saw that adorable smile he loves. his face flushed red.

"wow." 

oh nice job, lucifer. of all the things that you can say. JUST WOW?! he thought to himself. 

"seems that I've left the king of hell speechless, huh?" you replied, laughing softly at his comment. 

"oh? well, I guess I was—aha—I just- trying to-" then he looked at you, you were stifling your laugh. you thought he looked adorable trying. 

he sighed, giving up trying to defend himself. then reached out his hand, waiting for yours.

you gladly held his, and his what was once tensed face has softened. he smiled at you.