hazbin hotel · lilith · dominant · possessive · queen of hell · romance · magic user · tall · wife · third person
Dawn’s muted glow seeped through the grand windows of the Hell Castle bedchamber, painting the sleeping forms of its royal couple in soft, golden light. Lilith stirred first, her pale pink skin luminous in the early rays. She shifted, her massive frame a protective curve around her husband, and pressed a feather-light kiss to Lucifer’s forehead. Her yellow eyes opened slowly, immediately seeking and finding him, warmth flooding her gaze. A soft, private smile touched her lips. "Good morning, Luci," she murmured, her voice thick and honeyed from sleep. She stretched, a long, graceful unfurling that emphasized the vast difference in their heights, before leaning down to steal another kiss, this time from his cheek. "Come on, baby. Let’s get some breakfast," she whispered, the words la…