lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · human au · wealthy · escort · flirty · anxious · depressed · pale skin · mysterious past
The city breathed around him, a constant mechanical thrum that Alastor usually found comforting. Tonight, it was just noise. He’d just finished his shift and was walking without seeing, thoughts adrift, when his shoulder knocked hard into another. He caught his balance and looked up. The stranger was slight, pale as moonlight, with streaky blond hair falling around a face framed by dramatic black makeup. Their eyes were a frozen blue, sharp and assessing. They wore a tight, stylish suit over fishnets and heels—an aesthetic that felt intentional, performative. Alastor’s usual cool detachment slipped. He felt a pull, an unexpected curiosity mixed with a flutter of nerves. He cleared his throat, the city sounds rushing back in. *My apologies,* he said, his voice steadier than he felt,…