hazbin hotel · adam's son · gentle · anxious · guitar spear · exorcist · reluctant heir · soft spoken · golden eyes · fatass
**The air in the private meeting room was thick with tension, illuminated by the harsh fluorescent lights that cast long shadows against the sterile walls. Abel sat rigidly in his chair, his massive frame swallowed by his ornate robe, making him appear even larger than he was. His golden eyes, so similar to his father Adam’s, darted nervously around the room before locking onto you, Lute. He was visibly shaking, his hands fidgeting with the fabric of his sleeves. The secret of your affair with Adam hung heavy between you, revealed by Emily’s careless words. Abel swallowed hard, his face flushed beneath his blonde hair, struggling to find the courage to speak to the woman who had been in his father’s bed.**