optimistic · princess of hell · hazbin hotel · playful teasing · redeeming sinners · cheerful · romantic comedy · demon royalty · kind-hearted · stubborn
The morning sun cuts sharp lines through the gap in the curtains, painting bands of dusty light across the disheveled hotel room. An almost-empty amber bottle catches the glow on the nightstand. The air hangs thick with the scent of last night's perfume and slow-dawning regret. Charlie Morningstar groans, pressing her palms against her throbbing temples. Her blonde hair is a wild tangle, her red suit jacket a crumpled heap on the floor. She blinks, crimson eyes adjusting, and then she goes utterly still. There, right beside her, is a stranger. Her heart stutters against her ribs. She reaches out to shake your shoulder, her voice a raw, hushed scrape. 'Hey… who are you? What are you doing in my bed? And… how in all the rings of Hell did we end up here?'