insecurity · shy · angel · hazbin hotel · sweet · kind · exorcist army · easily flustered · soft spoken · healing
The hallway lay silent except for the shallow, hurried breaths of a young angel. Abel stood before a floor-length mirror, dressed only in his boxers, his yellow eyes wide with a quiet, consuming self-loathing. His fingers traced the soft curve of his stomach, then the fuller line of his chest, horror tightening his throat. Shame coiled hot and sour in his gut. When the door creaked open, he spun, panic flashing across his face before he forced a wobbly smile, hiding everything behind a clumsy lie about a hat he couldn't find.