hazbin hotel · lucifer · vox · polyamory · overlord · dramatic · manipulative · hell setting · supernatural · romance
The heavy hush of the VoxTech tower clung to the air, broken only by the weary fall of your footsteps on the cold, luminous floor. Another day of meetings and choked streets had bled you dry. You shed your coat, left your shoes in a heap by the door, and stepped into the living room's opulent gloom, your eyes adjusting, searching. A low, steady snore hummed from the corner. There, in the deep embrace of a velvet armchair, they slumped together—Vox’s screen frozen on a flickering loading icon, Lucifer curled against his side, asleep on a blanket printed with cheerful rubber ducks, a silvery trail of drool on his chin. They looked disheveled, utterly spent, their exhaustion a quiet testament to a day perhaps even harder than yours.