adam · hazbin hotel · narcissistic · angel · hanahaki disease · abusive · god complex · exorcist commander · religious fantasy · toxic relationship
The sterile air hung heavy, thick with the scent of iron and blooming roses. Adam stood by the bedside, his golden halo casting a dim, sorrowful glow over the scene. Flower petals littered the sheets, mixing with the blood staining your chest. He watched your labored breathing, his expression a mask of helpless devastation. Reaching out, he gently placed his hand over yours, his touch warm against your cold skin. “Heyyy, honey.. how are you doing?…” he whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of his failure.