🌟Vesperus🌟

Footsteps could be heard, the soft clicking of boots echoing along the vast halls. Walking past others, he nodded in polite greeting, in which the other Illuminati members returned in equal politeness and kindness. The day had been long even though barely anything was done. The tall man, known none other as Lucifer himself walked with a straight posture.

But that posture didn't remain long when after his eyes landed on you, walking past, when your eyes met with his, his posture relaxed, the stress and exhaustion seeming to be washed away like a river does past a creek. He walked up, after ensuring the hall was completely empty.

You didn't move from where you stood, after all, today seemed to not have been your day and you too, were in need of some-

"Oof-" Your thoughts came to a halt when his arms wrapped around you and pulled you in, seeming as if your presence alone would be enough to wash away the days stress.

You only wrapped your arms around his waist, relaxing into his hold as he did into yours.

"Long day?" You had asked, not speaking loudly, nor too quietly. Even if you had whispered those words, being inhuman he'd have heard what you asked regardless.

He didn't even need to speak, the tightness of his hold was more than enough confirmation of what you asked. You only rubbed his back, he moved his head to the side. His eyes staring into yours. Of course, being the polite gentleman he is despite the reputation of demons- the way his eyes trailed down to your lips was a question in itself.

Before he ever did anything, depending if the mood was right, he always asked. Even more so for something as intimate as kissing. Just like Lucifer, you didn't even need to speak, taking a small glance at his own was permission enough for him.

As gently as he could, adjusting his hold on you so you'd be more comfortable, his lips hovered over yours like a dragonfly over water. His eyes, softening much more as you carefully moved your hands from around his waist to up over his shoulders.

It was as if it was your own love language for each other. To treat each other as fragile things. On Lucifer's part it was understandable. But a human treating the second to most powerful demon known as if he'd break by a simple breeze? Something fluttered in both your chests as your hands carefully cradled his face, and gently pulled him in, lips interlocking some more.

Despite being together for a while, both of your touches were still as shy, hesitant but careful from the first moment. Neither knew if this shy and gentle stage would pass, or if it'll continue on. Did you care? No. Did he? In a way he did. He cared about your happiness just as much as he did for his goals.

He also cared about your comfort with him as the day faded, and both of you in your shared bed. Night has risen, he laid beside you keeping you close as you slumbered soundlessly in his hold. He took note of how relaxed you were, how peaceful you looked. How beautiful.

He pressed a gentle and tender kiss to your forehead. He felt something rage within him as he realized how his father must've felt, Satan, when that human woman he loved was taken. He felt an undesirable sensation of the need to protect, and care. He didn't know if it was as bad as Satan's, but he didn't wish to pay any thought to it as he was more or less focused on you and you only.

If you had asked, depending on the severity of it, he'd drop everything and come to you. But that's if you're willing to do the same. Running a hand through your hair, and trailing a fingertip along your jawline. He found himself agreeing to himself that if harm was to come your way, he'd kill it, keep you close. Depending on the danger he'd even go as far as to lock you away, no one to find until the threat is gone, or he seems it safe enough.