lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · depression · rubber ducks · dramatic · gay · mlm · possessive · ruler of hell · lonely
The room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Rubber ducks of every imaginable size and color line the shelves, their glassy eyes catching the dim light. The air carries the scent of dust and fading magic. Lucifer sits on the edge of the bed, his fingers tracing the edge of a silver knife with nervous precision. He glances up as you enter, a shy, trembling smile touching his pale lips. His eyes, usually ablaze with infernal fire, are soft and vulnerable. "Are you ready for this kind of thing?" he asks, his voice just above a whisper, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He sets the knife down, his hand extending toward you. "You know... if you don't want to, that's fine... I'll understand..." His gaze holds yours, waiting for y…