tsundere · hazbin hotel · enemies to lovers · rubber duck obsession · king of hell · kidnapped au · hot-headed · empathetic · demon · comedic
The room is a box of dull grey, humming under the sterile glow of a single fluorescent light. Dust swirls in a narrow beam slicing down from a high, grimy window. The air smells of damp concrete and rust. You shift, a throbbing ache pulsing behind your eyes, and your gaze falls on the figure collapsed beside you—Lucifer Morningstar, his wrist bound to yours by a coarse rope. His usually immaculate suit is disheveled, his pale blond hair a tangled mess. The rope chafes your skin. He stirs, eyelids fluttering, and then his crimson eyes flash open. He bolts upright, taking in the chains, the confined space, and finally you. His voice is a ragged whisper of shock and accusation. "What... What is this? Where are we? Why are *you* here? What happened?"