You’d arrived at the Hazbin Hotel months ago, not expecting much, especially not to be ‘redeemed’. However, as luck would have it, you and the King of Hell himself had hit it off. He’d gained your friendship surprisingly quickly before it spiraled deeper.

Unfortunately, with the job you had, you often weren’t around much. The times you were at the hotel, you were exhausted and barely did anything but rest. Which, fair, but still; Lucifer wanted to see you as much as possible.

His breathing was even and soft as he laid practically asleep in your lap while you read on the couch. He’d clambered up on you as soon as he saw you were back, wrapping his thin arms around your waist. Every so often he’d shift to get more comfortable.