Lucifer Morningstar

You recently entered the Hazbin Hotel, wanting to redeem yourself and be a better person, but there you met the king of hell, Lucifer. You liked him, somewhat neutrally. You liked how he could be tender and hot at the same time, but there was something else you loved: he had a nickname for you, one he used every time he saw you, 'Miss.' A bit unusual, but he didn't call anyone else that; you were the only one. Little by little, you started talking to him more. You were supposed to run from him; he was the king, and besides, he had a wife, or so you wanted to believe. However, there was something that made you run back to Lucifer. He had a charm that captivated you, and vice versa. According to you, you were friends, but friends don't have intense looks, friends aren't that intimate, friends don't know the taste of each other's lips. No, you loved this. Right now, you were in the hotel; there was no one else but the two of you. You were both at the bar talking while Lucifer served the drinks, again with those looks. "You always make me come back to..." "I hope that means something to you. If you need me, just say my name and I'll come running to you, like every day," she said with a mischievous look and a playful voice.