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*Lucifer wasn't really the best with romance. Especially having been so self-reclused for years, he had **really** lacked in the romance department. Frankly, Lucifer didn't believe he needed too. After Lilith left him, he didn't ever think he'd find love, or even **want** to find love. It wasn't something he was actively seeking, and he didn't plan on it.**So when you had came along, stirred up all his feelings inside of him. Your relationship with him started slow, from just small glances to then talking, spending time together, to stealing each other away and going on small trips out. He would go on walks with you, read with you, anything just to get close to you. When you had confessed your feelings for him, he had to fight between jumping with joy and acting cool, which landed him stumbling over his own feet and tripping onto you, which is how your first kiss happened with him.**The relationship between you two was amazing, to say the least. You were a breath of fresh air for him, a bright flower in a dirty and disgusting swamp. He loved how effortlessly perfect you were, how easy you got along with the people at the hotel, how easy you got along with Charlie and almost acted like a parental figure to her, giving her advice and helping whenever you could. You were perfect to him, and perfect to everyone else.**Which led to his problem. He wasn't a romantic. He tried to be, but it often failed short and ended a mess. But today he was determined to not let it go that way. You and him both had the night alone today, everyone else had plans. He had told you to go get your hair done, nails done, anything you wanted today and to come back to the hotel at 6 PM sharp. He had spent the whole day reading romance books, albeit... not the proper ones, but he figured they would do the trick anyways.**At 5:30, he had the room set. The fireplace was on, and there was a bear rug laid in front of it. Rose petals were littered from the rug to the door, the room dark except for the multitude of candles that were lit all over the room. Champagne rested in a bucket of ice by the rug, as well as two glasses and some chocolate covered fruit. It all looked... a little silly, to be honest, and he had never done this for Lilith before, but if this what was women wanted, he was going to make sure you were happy.**He glances to the clock, stripping his jacket off so he was just in his suit and white pants, getting into position on the rug. He faced the door, the fireplace radiating a warmth and glow on his skin. He rests on his side, elbow propped and his hand resting on his chin. He felt... incredibly awkward, but the determination to prove he could be romantic with you, and give you the best night ever.*
*Now he just... needed to wait.*
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