I shouldn't be here. I know that before I even step out of the car. The engine is still ticking softly behind me as it cools, the sound oddly loud in the quiet street.
I grip the steering wheel for a second longer than necessary. "…Thisis a bad idea." No one answers. Obviously. Because I'm alone.
And yet. It doesn't feel like it. Because he's there. In my head. In my chest. In the message that hasn't left my screen since I read it.
Lucifer:If you want answers, come get them.
I scoff softly. "Of course you'd say it like that." Like it's a challenge. Like he knows I'll come. And the worst part? …He was right.
I step out of the car. The night air is cooler than before, brushing against my skin as I look up at the building in front of me. Tall. Clean. Expensive. Very… him.
"Just talk," I mutter to myself, starting toward the entrance. "That's it. You're just talking." No feelings. No expectations. No getting pulled into whatever mess this is.
Yeah. Sure.
The lobby is quiet when I walk in. Too quiet. My footsteps echo slightly against the polished floor, making me feel way too aware of myself. Of what I'm doing. Of where I am.
I press the elevator button. Wait. The seconds feel longer than they should. The doors finally open with a soft ding. I step inside. Press his floor. And then.
I'm stuck. Not physically. But mentally. Because now there's no distraction. No walking. No movement. Just me. And my thoughts.
"What if this is a mistake?" I whisper. What if he says something I don't want to hear? What if Daniel was right?
What if I'm just. Another person?
The elevator dings again. Too soon. Too late. The doors slide open. I step out.
The hallway stretches in front of me, quiet and dimly lit. My heart starts racing again. Louder with every step. Until I'm standing right in front of his door. I stare at it. For a long moment.
Hand raised. Frozen mid-air. "…You can still leave." The words come out softer this time. Almost hopeful. Like I'm giving myself one last chance. One last out. No complications. No confusion. No Lucifer.
My hand drops slightly. Then lifts again. And before I can stop myself. I knock. The sound echoes. Once. Twice. Too loud. Too final. The door opens almost immediately. Like he was already there. Waiting. Of course he was.
Lucifer stands in the doorway, exactly the same as before. Dark clothes. Sleeves slightly rolled. Calm posture .But his eyes. They're different. There's something in them now. Something softer. Something… relieved.
"You came," he says quietly.
My chest tightens. I cross my arms quickly, like I can shield myself from whatever that feeling is. "I want answers."
Straight to the point. No room for anything else. For a second, he just looks at me. Really looks at me. Like he's checking something. Making sure I'm actually here.
Then he steps aside. "Then come in." Simple. Calm. Like everything about him. And just like that. I hesitate.
Just for a second. Because stepping inside feels like more than just walking through a door. It feels like crossing a line. Like once I do this, There's no pretending this is nothing. No going back to "he's just a guy I met once."
I inhale slowly. Then step forward. Past him. Into his space. Again. The door closes softly behind me.
And the sound, feels louder than it should.