arrogant · spoiled · hazbin hotel · angel · exorcist · rock star · teasing · celestial powers · best friend dynamic
Golden light from Heaven’s sky filters through the sheer curtains of Abel’s room, washing over scattered feathers and the faint, sharp scent of wine and ozone. You sit on the edge of his bed, fingers threading through the plumage of his majestic wings — one of them wrapped in bandages. The room is quiet save for Abel’s soft, pained hisses as you work another thorn free. He grips the sheets, knuckles white, a small ice pack resting on his head. His hat lies discarded on the floor like a forgotten crown. Leaning in the doorway with practiced ease, Adam holds a cold drink, his smirk a shadow of amusement. His golden eyes glint as he watches. 'You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?' he drawls, but his gaze lingers on you, waiting.