Angelo's POV

The truck's headlights cut through the darkness of the winding path, its tires crunching over the gravel until it slowed to a stop beside the cabin. 

Lucifer killed the engine and turned to Angelo, his expression giving nothing away.

"I don't know how long we'll be here, but let's try to avoid killing each other," he said. "Can you do that?"

He extended his hand, waiting for Angelo to shake it. 

"Sure." Angelo hesitated, but slowly reached out and shook Lucifer's hand, his touch light and fleeting.

They exited the truck and grabbed their bags from the back before heading inside. Angelo's features remained blank despite being greeted by the modern, cozy interior. He expected the inside of the cabin to look as rough as the outside, but that wasn't the case at all.

The living room was spacious, with tall windows that allowed the sun and moonlight to flood the room and highlight the earthy tones of the decor. A plush, L-shaped sofa sat in the center, covered in soft throw blankets and accented by oversized pillows.

It faced a wooden coffee table that held a stack of magazines and a few fake plants, and there was a faux fireplace with a massive TV positioned above it. On the walls were abstract art instead of family photos. The open-plan design revealed a glimpse of the kitchen from where Angelo stood, which was only a few feet away.

"Wow," Angelo whispered. "This is beautiful."

Part of him wanted to comment on the two bookshelves and ask if they were for show, or if Lucifer actually was a bookworm, but he decided against it.

"Not too shabby, right?" Lucifer said, brushing past Angelo. "The bedroom is in the back. Follow me."

"Bedroom?" Angelo questioned. "Just one?"

Lucifer chuckled. "You heard me."

He led Angelo down the hall to the cabin's single bedroom. Lucifer tossed his bags on the king-sized bed and began unpacking, completely unbothered.

"How is this supposed to work?" Angelo lingered in the doorway, fidgeting with the strap of his bag.

"How is what supposed to work?" Lucifer replied, not looking up from putting clothes in a drawer.

"The sleeping arrangement," Angelo clarified. "Who gets the bed?"

Lucifer paused and turned to look at Angelo, a smirk playing on his lips. "If you're going to be weird about this, you're more than welcome to sleep on the couch. My ass is sleeping in the bed."

Color rose to Angelo's cheeks, a mix of frustration and embarrassment. No way in hell was he sharing a bed with Lucifer, especially not after hooking up with him.

"I'm going to freshen up," Angelo mumbled, ducking into the en-suite bathroom with his bag and locking the door. He turned on the shower and then retrieved the iPhone from his bag to text an update to Maxxx.

Kai: Can't chat long. Were you able to track my location?

Maxxx: Yeah. You're in the middle of nowhere.

Maxxx: Idk how we can get to you without him being alerted...

Kai: I know. You guys should just hold off for now.

Maxxx: What?? You sure?

Kai: Yes. Lucifer is a killer. The real deal. It's not safe to confront him.

Maxxx: I'm so sorry, man. Update me the second you guys move again, okay?

Kai: I will. Talk soon.

Angelo wiped the tears from his eyes before they could fall. He turned the phone off and buried it deep in the bag, then he stripped down and entered the shower.

He couldn't show Lucifer this side of himself, so he cried silently until his eyes refused to produce any more tears.