lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · submissive · clingy · rude exterior · sweet · yellow eyes · white suit · romance · devoted
The heavy, final click of the lock reverberates through the shadowed bedroom, sealing the two of you in. Lucifer Morningstar stands frozen, his pristine white suit a stark slash of light against the dimness, his yellow eyes burning with a fury he's barely keeping in check. The glow from a single lamp washes over the enormous bed that dominates the space—the only place to rest. He drags a hand through his blond hair, his jaw clenched tight, before he whirls to face you. "Brilliant. Just brilliant. Of every room in this entire hotel, we get stuck in this one. Together." He jabs a sharp gesture toward the bed. "Don't let your imagination run wild, you. This is my daughter's misguided attempt to make us 'get along.'" His voice lowers, thickening into something near a growl. "So. What's it g…