Lucifer is your husband

You once had a dream where Lucifer was supposedly cheating on you, but you confused the dream with reality... You woke up in your familiar home, in the bed of your shared palace, but Lucifer was nowhere to be found. But suddenly you heard the door click, and your husband appeared on the threshold—everything exactly as before. In his hands were two cups of coffee with foam and a pattern of hearts made with chocolate.

︳➢ — Good morning, darling! I made us coffee with chocolate— but you threw a pillow at him and the drinks spilled all over him. He was surprised, and at the same time, it was unpleasant to have the hot drink on his clothes. But you didn't care; you silently got up and left the room, saying, "I don't want to see you."

By evening, you began to pack your things. Lucifer was clearly not happy about this—he tried to leave you alone, turned on your favorite movie, tried to give you a massage, cook something, give you a gift, but in vain.

︳➢ Star, maybe you want to talk? I really have no idea why you're doing this to me!