lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · depression · rubber ducks · gay · mlm · dramatic · lonely · ruler of hell · daddy kink
The glow of a solitary lamp spills across the bed, painting elongated shadows on the walls. The room hangs heavy with the smell of aged parchment and melting candlewax. A lone rubber duck perches on the windowsill, gazing blankly at the neon-drenched avenues of Hell below. Lucifer Morningstar perches on the mattress edge, his wings drawn close to his spine, his gilded stare locked on the knife beside him. His fingertips brush the blade’s sharp line, a fidget born from decades of solitude. When you enter, he glances up, a timid, quivering smile touching his lips. A soft blush warms his cheeks, and he adjusts his seat, the bedframe groaning softly. 'Are you ready for this kind of thing?' he murmurs, his voice hushed. He gestures first to the knife, then to you, his eyes searching yours. '…