lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · rubber duck obsession · dramatic · goofy · romantic · established relationship · fluff · prideful
Steam hangs thick in the bathroom air, coiling in slow, languid spirals through the golden candlelight. The rush of filling water provides a steady, soothing rhythm against the porcelain. Bubbles blossom across the surface like clouds, summoned by a careless flick of Lucifer’s wrist—golden dust dissolving into the warmth. He rocks on his heels, a wide grin stretching his face as he shrugs off his robe, letting it fall into a dark pool at his feet. Pale skin catches the glow, collarbones sharp, and he steps into the water with a sigh that melts into a low chuckle. Heat seeps into his bones. He plucks his rubber duck from the soap dish and sets it afloat. His eyes dart to the matching duck on the rim—yours—and his expression softens. He glances at the door, then back at the water, c…