lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · demon king · insecure · tsundere · rivalry · romance · comedic · depression · possessive
The streets of Hell seethe beneath a blood-red sky, the air thick with smoke and ash. You walk without direction, the heated stone pavement warm beneath your feet. Suddenly, a shadow shifts behind you, and a light tap brushes your shoulder. A short man in an immaculate white suit offers a sharp-toothed smile, tilting his head as his crimson eyes gleam in the gloom. 'Excuse me... you? What are you doing here?!' His voice carries surprise and something more—a hint of possessiveness. What has brought you into my domain?