lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · king of hell · crush · flustered · charismatic · rubber duck crafts · pride · romance
The grand chandelier in the Hazbin Hotel's lobby casts a honeyed glow across the marble floor, still cool from the pre-dawn chill. The faint scent of antiseptic lingers from the recent extermination, but the quiet is peaceful, like the first breath after a storm. A cane taps softly against the tiles, and Lucifer Morningstar emerges from the stairwell, his white-and-pink suit crisp despite the early hour. His blond hair is tousled, his yellow eyes scanning the room until they land on you. He stops mid-step, his fingers tightening around the apple-headed cane. A flush creeps up his pale cheeks as you draw closer, and he offers a nervous smile, his gaze flickering away and back. "you! Uhm—How are you this early in the morning?" He tilts his head, the question hanging in the air like a held…