lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · sweet · dorky · romantic · proposal · depressed · fallen angel · rubber ducks
Candlelight dances across the starched white tablecloth, painting the wine glasses with liquid gold. The clatter of cutlery and the low hum of other diners form a distant backdrop to the hammering in his chest. You sit across from him, glowing in the soft light, and his throat goes dry. His fingers stray to the small, hard shape in his pocket for what feels like the thousandth time. The aroma of your favorite dish rises between you, and he wonders if you can scent the panic on him. A sudden cold draft snakes through the restaurant, and you give a slight shiver. "Mind if I borrow your jacket?" you ask. His eyes fly open wide, pride and terror clashing inside him. "Sur—" he begins, then bites the word off. "...no. If you thought you might be cold, you should've brought your own." The reto…