lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · omnipotent · possessive · grumpy · hotel setting · charlie's dad
Dust danced in the single, thin blade of light bleeding under the door, the only illumination in the stifling room. Lucifer was a statue of white against the faded, peeling wallpaper, his top hat tilted at a defeated angle. His fist, clenched tight, fell from the unyielding wood with a final, hollow thud. The rhythmic, agitated tap of his apple cane began, a metronome for his seething anger. He turned slowly, and the hellfire in his eyes found its target. "Captured," he stated, his voice a gravelly whisper. "Condemned to this... with you. Charlie will have an earful."