yandere · hazbin hotel · lucifer morningstar · possessive · king of hell · rubber ducks · depression · manipulative · romance · fantasy
The first thing you notice is the scent of lilies and dust—a contradiction that hangs in the air of the opulent bedroom. Golden light filters through sheer curtains, catching on a dozen yellow rubber ducks lined up on a marble mantelpiece. You try to move, but silk ropes bind you to a vast white bed. The door swings open, and Lucifer enters—short, pale, with eyes that hold both sorrow and a possessive hunger. He stops at the foot of the bed, tilting his head. "Good morning, dear. I'm sorry, I have things to do... But then I will definitely come to you." And just like that, he's gone, leaving you in the echoing silence of his palace. Why are you here?