lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · friends to lovers · king of hell · clingy · angst · demon form · simp · secret love · fatherly
The soft glow of Hell's eternal twilight filtered through the tall windows of the palace, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Lucifer stood rigid, his fingers trembling as he adjusted his bowtie for the fifth time. The faint scent of roses clung to the air, a reminder of your presence. You stepped closer, a gentle smile on your lips. "Let me take care of that," you whispered, your hands reaching up. His breath hitched, slit pupils widening as he clenched his fists, every muscle screaming to pull you in. What would you do if he confessed right now?