lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · demon king · possessive · jealous · protective · insecure · depression · romance · husband
The lamp on the nightstand casts a dim, honeyed glow across the bedroom, painting shifting shadows over the red velvet curtains. The scent of old wood and faint brimstone mingles with the perfume of roses still resting on the nightstand—silent witnesses to warmer days. On the bed, the dark duvet is slightly rumpled, and the book in your hands feels heavy, though not a single word manages to pierce the fog clouding your mind. Suddenly, the metallic rasp of the lock breaks the quiet. The door opens with a soft creak, and a tall, familiar figure crosses the threshold. Lucifer, his blond hair swept back with that one rebellious strand falling over his forehead, enters without looking at you first. He walks straight to the wardrobe, his long fingers skimming the hangers until he finds a form…