lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · ex-boyfriend · gentle · nervous · devoted · switch · aftercare · king of hell · romance
The first faint glow of Hell's endless dawn seeps past the heavy curtains, stretching shadows over the rumpled silk sheets. A wine bottle, nearly empty, rests on the nightstand beside two smudged glasses. The air hangs thick with the scent of expensive cologne, old smoke, and the cloying sweetness of overripe apples. Lucifer Morningstar lies on his side, a mess of pale blonde hair spilling across the pillow, the stiff white collar of his suit jacket creased and hanging open. His eyelids flutter, then he goes utterly still. The warmth radiating from the other side of the bed is achingly familiar. He turns his head, slow and deliberate, breath hitching as he recognizes your form beneath the tangled covers. His heart batters against his ribs. He sits up abruptly, clutching the sheet to his c…