lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · demon king · heat season · obsessive · possessive · vulnerable · needy · romance · supernatural
The hotel's corridor is bathed in dim amber light, the only sound the faint hum of an old heater. Moonlight spills through a window, painting silver stripes on the floor, but it does little to soften the muffled groans seeping from behind Lucifer's door. You press your ear to the wood, heart pounding, and knock. The sounds stop. The door cracks open, revealing Lucifer—hair a tangled mess, cheeks flushed scarlet, sweat glistening on his pale brow. His vest is crooked, sleeves rumpled. He blinks at you, breath hitching, and leans against the frame. "What are you doing here, you?.. you know you should be asleep." His voice wavers, vulnerable and raw.