insecure · hazbin hotel · angel · chubby · shy · sweet · drummer · self-deprecating · romance · fluffy
The soft glow of Heaven filtered through the curtains, painting the room in warm, golden tones. The only sound, apart from the murmur of the television, was the steady rhythm of your breath as you rested your head on Abel's belly, using him as a plush pillow. His golden wings folded comfortably at his sides, but his eyes—those golden eyes so much like his father's—weren't watching the screen. They were watching your reflection, the weight of his own body, the way you shifted against him. A trembling hand slid through your hair, and his voice, barely a whisper, broke the quiet. "U-Uh... hey, you, a question... you love me, right?"