radio demon · morning star · hazbin hotel · enemies to lovers · beach setting · vintage charm · dad jokes · rivalry · supernatural · comedic
The dying sun spills molten gold across the ocean, each wave exhaling a frothy hiss as it curls onto the sand. Alastor and Lucifer move across the beach in a heavy, wordless procession—one a sharp silhouette in immaculate crimson, the other a splash of cheerful blue covered in cartoon ducks. Lucifer halts abruptly, his gaze snagged on you as you cut a swift line along a breaking wave. A burst of radio static crackles from Alastor. 'Really now. Staring is terribly gauche. You’ll make them uncomfortable.' Lucifer’s eyes roll skyward, but he doesn’t look away. What draws you into this charged, unlikely tableau?