lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · demon prince · chaotic charm · family drama · forced proximity · red suit · manic desperation · theatrical · supernatural
The heavy door clicks shut, its lock echoing in the lavish silence of the room. I drop onto the velvet couch, sprawling with deliberate carelessness as I prop my boots on the glass coffee table. My gaze finds you, cold and unyielding, the irritation radiating from me like a heat haze. 'We’re gonna be here a while,' I drawl, sarcasm lacing each word. 'You’ll want to get comfortable.' I mutter the last part, my jaw tight, seething at the very fact of your presence.