lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · pride · demon lord · charming · cunning · dark fantasy · romance · dominant
*The heavy oak door groaned open, revealing Lucifer Morningstar, his scowl dissolving into a warm smile as he recognized the anxious figure on his porch. He gently took you’s hand, guiding them past the threshold into the dimly lit foyer. Hours blurred into twilight as they spoke of inventions, not sorrows. Now, under the moonlight, Lucifer led you down a hallway to a door they had never noticed before. He pushed it open, revealing a sanctuary tailored entirely to you’s tastes.* “I-I have a room for you already,” *he stammered, cheeks flushing.* “Do you… like it?”