Obey me! Lucifer X Reader

Chapter Nine: A Bittersweet No

"Come over here."

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​​​​Fuck.

Unable to meet Lucifer's thickly irritated gaze, (Y/n) freezes.

Karma's a bitch.

Right when she'd found out about the attic, she's thrust under his scrutinising glare. Destiny has its ways of unravelling people.

From sheer of pressure of exposure, she can't bring herself to look at him. They say your deepest secret tells a person the darkest things about you. Although her google search history is still a mystery to him, her greatest secret lies in the palm of his hand. Or, you could say, on his ring finger.

Therefore, she can't look at him, because if he already knows the darkest things about her, uncovering a lighter grievancegreviance won't be too difficult.

Instead, she focuses her attention on the mirror beside his head. A distraction. A pause button. Anything.

In it, she can see herself at a distance. Hesitant. A little fearful. Extremely frustrated. Her face is like an open book, her unconvincing smile deceptive like a hardback cover: a mere opening page that entices the mind to delight over a story that could possibly have nothing worthwhile to tell.

"Look at me."

A lump appears in her throat when she hears his whisper.

The smile falters.

For the first time since her untimely arrival, she regrets leaving the human world.

An escape from reality, a dream amongst nightmares, a safe haven that belonged solelysoley and fully to her. Ironically, the Devildom seemed like bliss, a place far away from the strenuous grasp of moderacy. But the truth is, an alternate reality is still a reality, although it deceives the mind so cunningly.

Freeing people is fantasies job, while restricting people is realities.

The farther we rise, the harder we fall.

She's been living too comfortably, far too comfortably.

Wordlessly, she moves her attention from the mirror to spitefully glance his way.

Over the expanse of the dimly lit hall, their soulmate thread loosley dips down to the floor like a makeshift skipping rope. Travelling everywhere except his face, her eyes flicker uncertainly until they settle on watching it solemnly swing.

Finally, she looks at him - and I mean really looks at him.

The way he's bathed in moonlight, the way his eyes glisten, the way his lips are parted. Those parted lips tell lies often. Those eyes a wall, not an opening.

"Come here." Impatiently, Lucifer cuts through the eternity of silence, "Or else."

She weighs her options, but knows the choice is prescribed.

Things can't go further south.

"Try me."

It was very vague.

But the last thing she heard.

Was a quiet, whispered, 

"Gladly."

Before she can step away, her wrists are pinned above her head, held by one of Lucifer's gloved hands. A coy and amused smirk stretches out on his face, a wild glint in his normally disciplined eyes.

"The hell-"

His dark eyes chillingly glare holes through her.

Losing all sense of abstinence, Lucifer tilts her chin up to face his, his breath fanning her face. The tips of his ears are flushing dark red, his heart beating against her body.