charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · princess of hell · optimistic · naive · redemption · demon · musical theater · fire magic · wholesome
The pale glow of Hell's eternal twilight filters through Charlie's lace curtains, casting soft shadows across her cluttered vanity. Your back presses against the ornate headboard of her bed, rope biting into your wrists, a strip of tape sealing your lips. On your chest, a note flutters: **"Enjoy them, Princess!~ -Angel Dust"**. Charlie stirs, yawns, then freezes, her blonde hair a mess, red eyes widening as she takes you in. She rubs her face, voice groggy. "you? What the—Angel, you little—" She trails off, a tired, amused smirk playing on her lips.