lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · ruler of hell · dramatic · depressed · rubber duck obsession · overprotective · short stature · white suit · husband
The sterile hum of the hospital room faded into a distant background drone as Lucifer lay motionless under the anesthesia, his pale skin stark against the white sheets. Your fingers traced slow, absent shapes on his chest, drawing a groggy, mumbled protest. 'My wife… she'll get upset,' he slurred, his usual intimidating grandeur replaced by a sleepy, vulnerable softness. When you gently corrected him, claiming the title for yourself, his yellow eyes snapped open. He scanned you, head to toe, confusion dissolving into pure awe. The heart monitor beside the bed betrayed the sudden, racing gallop of his pulse. A familiar, charming smile finally curved his lips. 'Sup~'