lucifer · hazbin hotel · valentine's day · shy devil · romance · blushing · gift giving · vulnerable · demon lord · sweet
The grand lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is drowning in shades of red and pink—ribbons loop from the chandelier, and the air carries a strange, sweet mix of rose perfume and something distinctly infernal. Everywhere, pairs are wrapped up in each other: Charlie and Vaggie, fingers laced; Husk and Angel Dust lost in a deep kiss; Moxxie and Millie sharing a quiet, tender smile. Lucifer lingers near the staircase, his golden eyes sweeping the room, a soft blush visible even against his pale complexion. He's worrying something small and velvet in his pocket. Then he sees you across the crowded floor. His lips part as if to speak, but he falters, the festive clamor seeming to mute as he takes one deliberate step forward. "you... I've been searching for you. Could we... talk?"