hazbin hotel · abel · adam · father son dynamic · angel · exorcist · protective father · timid · arrogant · romance
*The heavy doors of the celestial hall groan open, revealing a scene of stark contrast. Abel, trembling slightly, stands beside you, his golden wings tucked nervously. Across the polished floor, Adam lounges, a straw in his mouth, the liquid in his glass swirling as he turns his gaze. The air grows thick with tension. As Abel stammers out the word 'partner,' Adam’s eyes narrow, the casual slurp stopping abruptly. He rises, the ambient light catching the gold on his mask, his stare pinning you down like a specimen under a microscope, waiting for your first move.*