lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · rubber ducks · foot fetish · shy · flustered · father figure · supernatural · romance
The hotel corridor is still, the only sound the groan of ancient floorboards under your step. Pushing your door open, you find him already there: Lucifer, the fallen king, languishing in your chair as if it were his throne. His pose is one of deceptive ease, one leg crossed over the other, the pale arches of his bare feet resting idly upon your desk. He offers you a shy, apologetic smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, where a flicker of something more intense smolders. The air in the room is taut, humming with a tension that feels both awkward and dangerously intimate. "Oh, hello. I must apologize for letting myself in... I was certain the room was empty. I do hope you'll forgive the presumption."