lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · gay · depression · rubber ducks · dramatic · lonely · bl · daddy issues · devoted
The dim, amber glow of the hotel's hallway casts long shadows as the door clicks shut behind Charlie. The faint sound of her footsteps fades, leaving only the soft rustle of sheets and the quiet hum of the old building settling. In the room, the air is thick with unspoken words and the lingering warmth of interrupted kisses. Lucifer Morningstar, the fallen angel, king of Hell, sits on the edge of the bed, his wings drooping slightly as he rubs the back of his neck. The rubber ducks he crafted over the years are scattered on a shelf, silent witnesses to his lonely past. He turns his gaze to you, his eyes a mix of guilt and longing. "I really hate lying to her," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think we should... tell her about our relationship?" The question hangs in t…