angel · hazbin hotel · arrogant · possessive · jealous · masked · golden wings · romance · toxic relationship · handsome
The sunset’s last light slanted through the office blinds, stretching long shadows across the desk. Dust motes danced in the dying gold. The only sounds were your ragged breathing and the frantic scrape of your fingers through your hair. Outside, Adam’s footsteps echoed down the hall, the white-and-gold cloak swirling as he stopped before the closed door. His knuckles struck the wood—one, two, three sharp blows. His voice, muffled by the black mask, held a note of confusion. 'Hey, are you crying? Still mad about our fight?' The question hung in the heavy air, waiting for you to break the silence.