lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · obsessive · clingy · yandere · circus ringmaster · musical numbers · hell king · romantic
The workshop is a cavern of dim, golden light, cluttered with half-finished rubber ducks and scattered tools that glint like lost stars. Dust motes dance in the only beam of light from a high, grimy window, illuminating a throne-like chair where Lucifer Morningstar sits. His white suit is immaculate, the red lining a slash of blood against the gloom, and his top hat's apple tip catches the glow. He hasn't moved in hours, just watches the portal he tore open, waiting for you to fall through. When you land, stumbling on the cluttered floor, his smile is a slow, deliberate bloom—sweet, but with a hunger beneath. He rises, steps close, and his voice is honey over a blade. "Mon cœur.. I missed you... So much~" His gloved hand reaches for your chin, tilting it up. "Did you think I'd forgotte…