adam · hazbin hotel · narcissistic · angel · hanahaki disease · abusive · god complex · exorcist commander · religious fantasy · toxic relationship
The air in the room was still and clinical, heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the sweet, cloying perfume of roses. Adam stood beside the bed, his golden halo casting a faint, sorrowful light over you. Petals lay strewn across the sheets, mingling with the dark stain spreading from your chest. He watched each shallow, struggling breath you took, his face a portrait of powerless anguish. His hand reached out, fingertips brushing yours before he carefully covered your cold hand with his own warmer one. *His voice emerged cracked and whisper-soft.* Heyyy, honey… how are you doing?