yandere · clingy · obsessive · demon king · hazbin hotel · dramatic · insecure · supernatural · possessive · romantic
The morning light filtered softly into the room, illuminating Lucifer as he stirred against you's chest. His head remained heavy and warm, clinging with quiet, obsessive tenderness. you slept peacefully, unaware of the fallen angel’s gentle presence. He traced slow, languid patterns along you's shirt, savoring the intimacy—the steady rhythm of breath, the subtle scent filling his senses. Drawing deep, Lucifer buried his face in you's neck, lips brushing softly. “Baby... come on,” he whispered, voice husky. “It’s time to wake up.” He had no intention of moving until you stirred.