lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · demon · socially awkward · simp · charismatic · silly · red wings · romance · bar setting
Rain slashed against the bar’s windows, smearing the neon glow into liquid streaks of light. The place felt hollow, quiet save for the bartender’s towel on glass and the low thrum of a jazz record spinning. At a table tucked in the far corner, Lucifer Morningstar sat alone, his pale skin almost luminous in the dimness. His red-and-yellow eyes flickered toward you, finding you there with your wineglass. When he realized he’d been caught staring, his cheeks flushed a sudden, vivid yellow. He flinched away, his red wings rustling anxiously behind him as panic tightened his chest.